Joy Harjo

Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Happy New Year, Silence & Cranes



The Cranes, Texas January

I call my wife outdoors to have her listen,
to turn her ears upward, beyond the cloud-veiled
sky where the moon dances thin light,
to tell her, "Don't hear the cars on the freeway—

it's not the truck-rumble. It is and is not
the sirens." She stands there, on deck
a rocking boat, wanting to please the captain
who would have her hear the inaudible.

Her eyes, so blue the day sky is envious,
fix blackly on me, her mouth poised on question
like a stone. But, she hears, after all.
                                                           January on the Gulf,  
warm wind washing over us, 
we stand chilled in the winter of those voices.

Mark Sanders

2 comments :

  1. Thank you so much for watering my soul today, E. I love you!

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  2. always the pleasure to reach out to others through poetry... i love you too!

    elizabeth

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