After Green Corn
My body is still in the hum of the road.
Drove all day, from ceremonies in Oklahoma,
mother, family and Family.
One end of the spectrum
is the ribbon dance at dusk with the people
as the sun travels through the trees;
the other end is the constant push
of religion in public, secular places.
I choose to hold close
that beautiful circle at dusk.
I do not need to force converts.
We each have our own,
particular path in this world.
Joy Harjo
Posted over on Joy Harjo's Blogsite
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