Monday, June 20, 2011

Solstice Paddle


Image borrowed from Bing

Solstice Paddle


We were there at the mouth
of the windblown channel

Near the end of a paddle

The sky was opening up
just as it was closing down

Kokohead stood in a warrior cape
of mist above us

And below the boat rolled
the blue kingdom of knowledge.

We paused there at the culmination
of ten thousand paths:

Six travelers pulling together
in that sacred outrigger.

As the day lay down behind the crater,
One year floated up behind another

And all the births, partings and deaths
we carried with us

Grew wise, then lighter.


Joy Harjo

Posted over on her site Poetic Adventures in the Last World Blog

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