Under the White Moon

Under the White Moon She walks beside the bison. slowly. The night does not question them. It opens. What is strong does not rush. What endures carries weight without complaint. The ancestors moved here— in silence, in the space between steps. Protection is presence. Compassion is staying close when the path is long. The moon curves overhead. patient with change. Freedom is not leaving. It is walking on with memory intact, with gentleness unbroken. The land knows them. The breath continues. The teaching remains.