5/19/09

Strangers

Tonight when I looked at you
As I have uncountable stares, stars and glances
I did not know you
How foolish that I should think I know everything about you
My mystery seeks to comprehend your mystery
It is unending, this unknowing

c Joy Harjo 2007

2 comments:

Jessie Carty said...

wonderful :)

butch said...

For some reason I get an image of the moon, over and over as I read this; just some mild madness passing over me perhaps. Thanks for this.

Glenn