The Native Muse

  The Native MuseBy: Allison Bruning
She watched earnestly with wisdom
This Native American woman on my desktop wallpaper
Guarding my writings and photography
She beckons the writer within me

I heed her call
What wonders will she take me to today?
Shall we walk the ride the plains with the Blackfeet or Sioux?
Or dance with the Shawnee around the great campfire?
Follow the Navajo sheepherders?
Or fish with the great Pacific tribes?

Words spread across my Microsoft Word
Images of lands far away
People, creatures and ideas foreign to my
fast paced, computerized world
Yet familiar to her

A moment becomes a day
Lost in time, I forget the keys under my fingers
Paragraphs become reality
I lose myself in the plot
Suspense, history, romance and danger await me

Her world transforms my thoughts
No longer am I the writer
I actively take part in her story
Her ideas and speech create emotions I'd never felt before

The land, the people, and the ideas they're so real
Her story becomes my own
I want to press on
I have to know more
She guides me through her story only to release me into my own reality

I lean back from my computer
Released from my creative endeavor
My Native American muse sits quietly upon my desktop wallpaper
With a stare towards me
Her secret journey my own
Given to those who dare to read