Painting by Michael Roppert
The Stranger
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
Posted over on Joy Harjo's Poetic Adventures
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