Gigu (Grandmother)

Gigu

After the leaves, cooked in the sun, fall in the backwoods
And all things past are eaten by the soil
I walk beaten trails lined with skeletons
Stark against the sky.
Others sleep here still, not I.

I remember the warmth inside
Gigu and her daughters ate here, and slept
Old Gigu moved the fire with her hands
And read the leaves when the tea was gone.

Emlsigtmat (her ghost) has taken the cabin walls for firewood.
Her hands move the fire, still, for me
Lighting my path through winter trees.