Promise of Blue Horses

Promise of Blue Horses

A blue horse turns into
a streak of lightning,
then the sun --
relating the difference between sadness
and the need to praise
that which makes us joyful,
I can't calculate
how the earth tips hungrily
toward the sun - then soaks up rain --
or the density
of this unbearable need
to be next to you. It's a palpable thing --
this earth philosophy
and familiar in the dark
like your skin under my hand.
We are a small earth. It's no
simple thing. Eventually
we will be dust together;
can be used to make a house,
to stop a flood or grow food
for those who will never remember
who we were, or know
that we loved fiercely.
Laughter and sadness eventually become
the same song turning us
toward the nearest star --
a star constructed of eternity
and elements of dust barely visible
in the twilight as you travel
east. I run with the blue horses
of electricity who surround
the heart
and imagine a promise made
when no promise was possible.


~ Joy Harjo ~

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