Evening Song

We failed a little.
Dip the wound in water.
Wrap it in a song.
Climb into the canoe.
Paddle out from the weeping.
Let the failing fail.
Let the stars bear trouble.
Let the canoe carry.
What we cannot bury.

c Joy Harjo

1 comment:

Sid Leavitt said...

A lovely poem, especially appropriate for today's world. Thanks.