The Sound the Stars Make Rushing Through the Sky
by waaseyaa'sin christine sy
Just slipped outside again to take one last look for meteors in Camelopardis, a constellation in the skies of kiiwedinong miinawaa epiingishmak (northern and western direction). There was nothing up there except for the vast clear sky and a ka-trillion stars. There was nothing but getting lost in them.
I followed the faint scent of barelyhere lilacs and the roar of the Otonabee River back to center, back to the dewy lawn, back to the warm late night.
Back to early, early morning.
My neck hurts, in a good way.
There were no meteors out there that I could see but there was much to be thankful for so I said “amiigawech anagwan miinawaa gizhe manidoo gaa miizhyin bimaadiziwin”. There was nothing except for what I imagined to be all of us travelling through the tail-end of a trail made of ice and dust, a comet.
In the absence of seeing the meteors soaring here and there, there was nothing but what I imagined to be the sound of stars rushing through the sky. I don’t think it gets better than that actually.
Note: The Sound of Stars Rushing Through the Sky, Bamewawagezhikaquaeban, was also an Anishinaabe woman who was born at the turn of the 19th century in Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan aka Bawating. She passed away on May 22, 1842 at the age of 42. She is referred to as the first American Indian poet and published her poetry. She was the daughter of a well-known Anishinaabe woman, Ozhaaguscodaywayquae and John Johnston. Bamewawagezhikaquae, aka Jane Johnston, was also married to Henry Schoolcraft. I think she must be out there, in the dust and gas and light of these meteors we are travelling through…