Stories are Alive Beings

Stories are Alive Beings

The moon is my cup.

I drink the stars down.

Night is hot liquid steeped in clouds,

of my spirit; who scratch at the door;

Someone beautiful told me

Stories are live beings,

little animals who drink from the creek

of my spirit; who scratch at the door;

who invent absurd and curious ways

of being in the world; who

carve indelible maps in the sky

for the rest of us to follow.

Tiffany Midge, Sing: Poetry from the indigenous Americas, University of Arizona Press