The Earth Called To My Friend

The Earth called to my friend and he went,
        Deep into the Earth Root from which he came,
        Down into Blue Lake where our ancestors dwell,
Deep into the heart of the Yellow Corn Maiden,
To a place of beauty and light.

I watched the sky for a long time and then I saw
        A cloud in the shape of my friend,
        Riding a fine white horse with wings so big
They blotted out the sun, making shadows
Across my withered fields of corn.

I called to my friend to ask if he was happy
        And if he knew more than when he left.
        I called out his name and blessed him
With an eagle feather, dancing in his behalf
The wild old dances of our youth.

Good-bye, my friend, I said, watching the clouds
Crumble into little pillows that fell as rain
Into the dryness of my fields.