Some liquid in the bottom of a jar
They gave me.
Crouching, I sat before it,
Desiring that speedily it should ferment.
But still it did not.
Then it had pity on me
And, after two mornings,
Gloriously it fermented.
Then of those whose desires were like to mine
I bethought me,
And straight to you a shining road was stretched.
As I started upon it,
It was the wind that met me
And rainily it blew.
It was this that I desired in what I did.
Excerpt from the “Invitation to the Sit-and-Drink” song of the Tohono O’Odham.
