My eyes peer above
the horizon.
The waters below
this world are my calm.
I hear the
breathing of the sleeping.
I have given birth
here. I will die here, in the not too long awhile.
In this ceremony of
the sun, the earth will be cracked open with light.
We will rise up and
walk the human road.
The clatter of good
and evil will test the heart.
My heart is weary
of the fight.
I’d rather be here
in the balance where I can see everything.
The earth’s soul
shimmers with turquoise.
Particles from the
indigo path to the stars are still in my teeth.
My thinking mind
has been swept clean by currents of the night,
The sky carries the
knowledge of all the other worlds
I watch it for
signs.
It is here where
human imagination has placed our maker.
I feel the maker
here in this breath, in these words, on this earth,
As I surface up
from the deep.
I have seen sharks
there, canoes that fly through time, and plants that walk.
I have bathed in
mystery.
I will pause here
with the maker, in a dusky field before sunrise
Next to stones that
speak of honor--
There is an
eternity of sky.
This morning it is
red.
c Joy Harjo
11/21/2012 Albuquerque, NM
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