Making a local living changed
after the days of furs and blubber.
Old gathering grounds were sold and leased.
Hunters became landlords and tourists.
She arrived in time to restock creation.
Imagination watches her build a
nest for totems and trinkets —
keepsakes to remember our journeys.
Look what can happen with ceramic,
wood, and sea-tumbled stones;
with pigments and sand;
with fabric, glass, metal, and sun-dried kelp.
With words, fledged
in holy conversation.
Let us know if we can help
like she showed us, being careful
with your coffee. Perhaps
we’ll be a bit zealous because
our artists would like a cup too.
You have a keen eye, traveler, for
that mixed media centers the exhibit.
Note the quiet store of family and visitors,
the torn garments, freed from small talk.
Put yourself into that whole expression.
Release our work-a-day weave.
We have an opening here, over the heart,
between what’s hidden and spent.
She would thank you,
honored customer, for keeping
village spirits in business.
– for Evelyn Georges