Old Oraibi

He has carved a smaller hummingbird for his sister, and she has brought it to life in the cold sky between them, tossing it into the air. They are alone together, and they are starving, their hungry arms trying to hold the sky to their mouths. He has carved a smaller hummingbird for his sister, and she has brought it to life in the gnawing empty space between them, sending it to beg for rain to make crops grow. They are alone together, and they are starving, but he has carved a smaller hummingbird for his sister, and she has brought it to life between them, wings beating the dry sky for rain. They are alone together, starving, but this is how the world begins in hunger and in hope.