9/25/06

Surrender

I turned out the light to surrender to expanding night
There was nowhere but exhaustion,
After the party for the baby, and three ex’s playing musical chairs.
We danced circles to Pink Floyd and powwow,
Underneath balloons in honor of baby’s first year.
She’s starting to walk.
I’m amazed at what gets paved by the grind of time
By forgiving. Or do I say, surrender?
I should take rest easy then, this day near equinox marking a festival of crossroads.
We had good weather.
Still I tumble relentlessly over this sleepless hump of worry.
I’m restless for vision, the next song.
For something other than the electrical switch that only takes me back
To where I started: an adobe room in a time of decay,
A small life on planet Earth, and what we imagine here.
When Rain called with the latest on her step-girl’s pregnancy,
We questioned what happened during the delicate web of formation:
Drugs? Coffee? Pesticides in the salad?
Or the old uranium tailings that are everywhere in the winds crossing Gallup?
I had to think through the dark and the dark was no longer a beautiful
Pathway to stomp dances in the middle of a field of stars.
Funky, I called it.
Rough knowledge bares teeth in the nasty vortex of this brutal civilization.
Think musical chairs, I tell myself. And begin to imagine the falling away.
Each baby with ten fingers and toes, each dance taken.
The beauty prayer will bear me up and we will get there,
Yes we will, said the dark. Surrender.


c Joy Harjo September 25, 2006

3 comments:

WHITEHORSE said...

AHO JOY,

YOUR EDITOR WAS RIGHT; SO THANK YOU EVEN MORE FOR SHARING.
IN THE LARGER PICTURE, THE DARK IS STILL THAT BEAUTIFUL PATHWAY TO THE STOMPDANCE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FIELD OF STARS.
ONLY, THE FIRE IS THE SUN AND THE DANCERS ARE PLANETS.
THERE IS STILL BALANCE IN THE UNIVERSAL REALM, JUST AS THERE IS STILL BALANCE WITHIN THE STOMPDANCE INSIDE AN ATOM.
IT SEEMS THAT IT IS ONLY IN BETWEEN THOSE TWO PLACES, WHERE WE APPEAR TO BE LOSING OUR WAY.

WHITEHORSE

whitewave said...

I will still buy your books! Reading a poem on the internet is not the same as reading the full breadth of your vision in a book. Thank you for sharing them on the internet, however. I enjoy seeing them as they come into the world.

chilocco creek said...

The beauty of night is sometimes lost on those that only see it for sleep, it is the time the grandfather gave us to reflect to see more and then to rest the mind,

What child beauty brings the old ones, we're ready to celebrate our first grandbaby
"together"

I have 5, all in various stages of life, from kindergarten to 1st year of college, what joy, and I have to let them know this sometimes.

thank you for your thoughts.