Moonlight

Here is a poem I wrote in the Narragansett language:

ntauhaunanatinnehòmmin sowwaníu wequáshim

yo mesh nowékeshemcuttineapúmmishen

wetapwâuwwas uppansìnea

ewo npepeyup

cowaûtunumun wauontamesumun

aquie mishommoke

i cannot search for moonlight in the southland-

i have gone thus far and it only passes by.

"sit and talk with us,"

i ask the moon.

he is innocent and

i have been here long.

"i want to understand you,"

i tell him.

but he is wise,

and will not name the dead.