inspired by a visit to a local shopping mall.
Submitted to Poets United Poetry Pantry
She came out of Macy's,
light shining on her faux blonde hair,
tottering on her Manolo’s, Gucci
bag over her shoulder, clutching
her shopping bags.
It was the up-scale part of the city,
and she was only one of the privileged
and pampered wives who spent their
time in the glitzy shops looking to
buy purpose with their Visa, and
thinking happiness came in a
Heading to the parking lot and
engaging in motorized frenzy,
they would head home to their
gated communities, to their
opulent and empty homes.
Sipping cappuccino, my thoughts
began to wander. Once upon a time,
this very site was said to have been
the site of a Native American village,
their moccasins treading what is
now a parking lot.
I imagined the men out hunting, while
the women were busily occupied with
tanning skins, making clothing, grinding
corn and preparing meals, while happy
children ran among the trees and
swam in the stream.
Their purpose was survival and
happiness was in providing for their
family. How simple their life must
have been. Smiling to myself, I
thought I might like to stand in some
pristine forest glade with a handsome
young brave and whisper “Your tipi or mine?”