Reading a story about a tribe
of a people named Pomo.
Who lived near a clear water lake
and lived their lives not knowing
they would not be mentioned today.

Reading a story of a people who
took nature and kept her close
to the hearts.
Raised their children to speak Hokan,
Raised their families, to be whole with
the natural temple, of a people not mentioned
today.

Reading a story of a woman whis is 60 years old
and holds the dialect of her people's sacred tongue.
In her eyes, before she says, "Yaaa ka aah ma,"
there is a brief pause, a comma, as she remembers
the life of her grandfather's, grandmother's, ancestors......
who, today, are not known.

One day, when you read this poem,
of a tribe, a people, a woman and
and walk past an acorn, just remember
a people that onced walked, through
"Yaka Ama".