Wasecgen...window

Buried in my blankets

I listened to the rain

and watched the drops

come down my window screen.

In a brief but gifting way,

they distracted me

from the paralizing sorrow

that sent me to my bed.

I reminded myself to breathe

and it felt like a hard and heavy work.

Wasecgen, you have my attention,

as much as I am able to give,

you have my attention.

Ahaw shime'                                  

Hello my young sister.

We'nija o                                        

Who is that?

Kmonokwe ndaw                          

I am Rain Woman!

Madwandomen                             

What do you want?

Ktakagitko                                    

I want you to talk.

Comanda nye'kwIs                       

I can't, I am too tired ! ! !

Nije'ashwe'psiyen                        

What is troubling you?

Giyabwe'              I had a dream

   Ngipukshin               I fell down

       Ngiwani                   I am lost....

Gimnobye'k                                  

Warriors come back...

Comanda nye'kwIs                      

I am too tired....

Byanmowak nodno                      

Come, Crying Wind

My sister summoned her friend and gave me time.

As she waited, she poured every rain she had.

She poured an angry rain, a fearful rain,

a slow and deeply aching, sorrowful rain.

She opened her skies, she opened my chest

and opened a body of watery pain that I had kept for so long.

The Crying Wind blew hard, so very hard.

It shook my window, it shook my house and through the pounding rain,

I could see that it was shaking the alders like twigs.

I sobbed and thrashed until finally no more tears would come.

The pounding rain softened to gentle drops on my screen once again

and I thought I could see a bit of light coming through the trees.

I grabbed my camera for that moment would surely pass. 

I wanted to remember for a very long time.

Kiwenmokwe  

The clouds are going away.

Wepwise'      

The wind has shaken the dust off your leaves.

Pama min e'o knowabmin           

I will see you again after a while.

Ne'ap                                          

Come again...

Wasecgen is Potawatomi for window.  The day happened just as you read.  I caught that very moment in a photo.  I share this with my friends.