circle poem @ the containment centre
passing to the left, we wrote:
The room held herBut instead she held backlooking forward, staringinto the black was alwaysdifficult, like life itself,wishing for wealth withoutmaking shitty health.She wants to stop lookin atthese walls, but the moreShe begs, the deeper ShefallsFalling, like Alice, like an angelfrom grace, falling like a lonelyleaf in autumn’s shift to winterSo much to distract us and then bringus back to placeand bring us back to earthand into the earth rising up through...passing to the right, we wrote:
contained contained and
food, medicine words that heal
spoken words that make you feel
Better than you’ve ever felt
it is difficult, contained, busting
at the seams, these words like an
avalanche, a waterfall crashing down
enveloping me like an
embryo— warm n safe in amniotic
cut the seams, slice the
fabric, then stitch a
new quilt with the wordspill
This poem was written by the group of women gathered @ Prince George Youth Containment Center ~ 'Ut'loo Noye Khunni ~ Weaving Words Celebration ~ 30 September 2011.
We passed two unlined sheets of paper around the room, one in each direction, and each person contributed a line or two on each page.
My thanks, to the young women at the center, to my lovely & world-famous co-facilitator, and to the organizers of all the events bringing storytellers, authors and community together.