Hymns, Hope, and Inspiration: a collection of poems, songs, hymns, psalms, and prayers
Monday, July 8, 2019
Connection
A hawk touches down
the humming earth before Miami,
Oklahoma.
You old Shawnee, I think
of your rugged ways
the slick-floored bars and whiskey
sour nights when the softer heart
comes apart.
The Spokane you roam isn't City of the Angels
but another kind of wilderness.
You speed in a Ford truck and it's five
in the morning, the sun and dogs
only ones up
and you go home to red earth
when you see a hawk
crossing wires
touching down.
-- Joy Harjo (1951- ), Muscogee (Creek) American, US Poet Laureate 2019- . musician and artist, from She Had Some Horses, 1983.
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