Iktomi and the Dreamcatcher

Iktomi
First born son of Inyan,
Rock existing before creation.
Brought forth
By the Great Spirit,
Skan, motion of life.
You are Trickster, Teacher,
Sacred one who frightens
Little girls on sight
Much like Heyoka's
Coyote spirit.

Yet, you came
Bearing wisdom
To one lone wise one
In vision questing altitudes.
Upon the mountaintop, you who
Speaks with rocks and stones
And understand their words,
Came weaving tales to one who
Came to seek his truth,
To find his name
And purpose.

From inside out
You spun the web
Of hair and gem and sage.
All the while explaining how
Good and evil spill on men
To light their paths
For good or ill.
Your finished work,
A gift he
Would return to
His people.

Knowing well the forces
Driving us to left or right,
We hang our webs high
Above our resting heads
So that the creator
Might fling his wisdom from the stars
To be caught in our dreams
Kept for us till morning.
Tiny center left open
Lets enemies foul folly pass us by
Out of sight of heart and mind.

Iktomi,
Spider Man of old.
Legend of humor and trickery.
You gave us gifts only
The creator could inspire.
Dreamcatchers,
At your inspiration,
To catch all that would
Raise us to righteous occasion
And dismiss that which would
Lead us all astray.