Dawn
First sounds this morning:
my soul finding the body,
a phone message from Alaska of the “Airplane Song”
being sung at the opening of the Eskimo games last night,
and the calling, calling of doves.
This body is something I’ve put on with breath.
I slip it back on every morning.
At night I leave it and go traveling,
both vertically and horizontally.
I will discard it when that opening beckons
in the Milky Way.
Joy Harjo July 2006
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