Responding to “For Calling the Spirit Back from Wandering the Earth in Its Human Feet” by Joy Harjo

Footfalls Trigger Singular Dust Clouds With Every Strike

Her blessings brush surfaces
where invocations languish
I am an inhospitable landscape
affirmations skitter off

Spirit blown by my howling
pounding tent stakes into stone
you are alien in my aridness
too weak to restore my soil