Four Songs
1.
I fell through a hole in the sky from one end of the world
to the next. Burning off layers
like a comet
until I hit the surface of earth.
I awaken in a house on the edge of the Pacific
near a mango tree
with your sweet-smelling head
on my arm.
2.
The flower might appear vulnerable
as it bends with the tradewinds
drinks in the sun
the rain
but its roots extend to hell.
It keeps thinking: beautiful.
3.
What motivates us is mystery,
how the aloof stone desires more than anything
to be opened, shivering and wet with love.
4.
I didn’t know how much I needed you.
--Joy Harjo
I fell through a hole in the sky from one end of the world
to the next. Burning off layers
like a comet
until I hit the surface of earth.
I awaken in a house on the edge of the Pacific
near a mango tree
with your sweet-smelling head
on my arm.
2.
The flower might appear vulnerable
as it bends with the tradewinds
drinks in the sun
the rain
but its roots extend to hell.
It keeps thinking: beautiful.
3.
What motivates us is mystery,
how the aloof stone desires more than anything
to be opened, shivering and wet with love.
4.
I didn’t know how much I needed you.
--Joy Harjo