Are

ARE


Where there is one singing bird though
there may be twenty asleep in the mango tree
Where there is sleek, urgent promise in your umber eyes
Where there is a room without clocks
Where there is a country without boasting or guns
Where there is enough rice
Where there is a dress of plumeria and no need for shoes
Where there is dawn.
There you are.

c Joy Harjo July 21, 2005 Honolulu