You Laugh and Say..

You Laugh and Say,
“Lucy Lewis, That’s No Name for an Indian”

Barufaldi
05/14/1997
Austin, Texas

I collect pottery,
masterpieces
born of an Acoma potter, Lucy Lewis.

You laugh and say, “Lucy Lewis, That’s no name for an Indian!”
The name is the voice captured
by cool moist clay gathered
from sacred hiding places
many hills form an ancient village.

You laugh and say, “Lucy Lewis, That’s no name for an Indian!”
The name is the voice embedded
in vessels of pigmented polychrome of
stylized animals with heart-line arrows,
sharp-edged lightning strikes
on pearly-white glaze decorating
seed pots, jars, and wedding vases,
holding ancient stories.

You laugh and say, “Lucy Lewis, That’s no name for an Indian!”
The name is the voice evoking
Images of proud people
whose strength, perseverance, and tolerance
endure like iron threads of the
dagger-toothed yucca plant.

You laugh and say, “Lucy Lewis, That’s no name for an Indian!”
The name is the voice fired
in hand-worked coils of determination
sheltering secrets of family and friends

You laugh and say, “Lucy Lewis, That’s no name for an Indian!
The name is the voice resonating
fine porcelain-like pings
from orchestrated pots.

You  laugh and say,”Lucy Lewis, that’s no name for and Indian!”
The name is the voice revealing
a forgiving heart, yet
not forgetting inequities and sufferings,
tearful memories of a lost Nation.