Mud from the oldest river in the world
forms the walls of a small house

Spirits live in corners
so I make my thoughts as perfectly round
as the sapiya I found in Minnesota.
I, like it, have the power of calling.

An Indian woman once came to me
out of spirit, dressed in myth
wearing a white four door sedan
like an ocean shell.

Dust clouding the road
watching her turn into my house
knock on my door
enter my mind.

"I have the power to affect the sanity of others," she said.

"For better or for worse," I said
and it was so
and it was so
and it was so.