Lorna Graves, B.1947. D.2006. Poem by Andromeda Carefoot

The past pushing against me from below,
the herds of animals and the vegetation,
the people and their dwelling places,
the winds and the floods,
the times of peace and times of war,
the chanting of the temples
and every moment of time past is pushing up against me
through the earth,
through my mind and body absorbing the earth
The sound of the past like a thundering waterfall pours into me
and I am absorbed.
I am a libation.

(Lorna Graves)