Nana anointed her babies by running soap  

 

and the water 

 waited because it knew that about us

 

She tells me as  concern with fishing numbing stones

 my sister   feeding from our rag  

is  the island’s breast

 

I, real fear sand’d  the current pebbles of her gum 

 

Near we babies notice a deer stood watching us bathe in the lake

 

Like she found us looking

  back unlike   the brush

 

but somethings fainter than    she 

 found us looking 

 

back like the skinned, earless fawn she gave to the water

and didn’t move because she knew that about us

 

 

I found her looking  like Mother   and other things

Mother,     and  waabooz  meaning  rabbit

                                masked god   and   others gods  like            

     Mother        

 

                when she slid behind the land