In Noon Time

In noon time the hunter of animals

Shall become a hunter of spirits

The catching spear an electron microscope a poet’s pen

And yet the prize shall be carried home

And shared among the tribe

As in the dawn time


In noon time the mother who comforted children at her breast

Is called to bring nations to rest with words of peace

Who spoke to the healing herb shall prescribe a balm

A remedy for legions long suffering

Who wove plaits of fine basket work

Shall etch the tingling pathways of thought through stone

And yet shall lift love's heart with a smile

And cheer the return of the spirit hunter

As in the days of dawn.