For Keeps

    By: Joy Harjo

    

        Sun 
          
          

             

                                   makes
                                          the
                                                  day
                                                       new.

     
     
        Tiny
              green
                    plants
                            emerge
                                    from  
                                            earth.


                                                        
                                                 
        Birds 
                are
                      singing
                                the
                                       sky
                                            into
                                                place.
             
        There 
                is 
                        nowhere 
                                 else
                                        I
                                            want
                                                    to
                                                        be
                                                            but
                                                                here.

        I 
            lean 
                 into 
                      the 
                          rhythm 
                                  of 
                                      your 
                                           heart

                                                 
                                                                                              
                                                 
                                                                     to 
                                                                        see
                                                                            where
                                                                                  it
                                                                                     will
                                                                                           take
                                                                                                 us.
        We
           gallop 
                   into
                         a 
                            warm, 
                                   southern
                                            wind.


        I
            link
                my
                    legs
                        to
                            yours
                                and 
                                    we
                                        ride
                                            together,


        Toward
                the
                     ancient
                            encampment
                                        of
                                            our
                                                 relatives.


        Where 
               have 
                     you 
                          been? 
      
       they 
            ask.
       
       
        And
            what
                  has
                      taken
                            you
                                 so
                                    long?


        That 
              night 
                     after 
                           eating,
                                 singing, 
                                         and
                                             dancing
                                                     We
                                                        lay 
                                                            together
        
        
   
                                                         
                 under
                        the
                             stars.
        
        We 
            know 
                 ourselves
                          to
                              be 
                                 part
                                      of
                                         mystery.
        It 
            is
                unspeakable.


        It 
            is 
                 everlasting.


        It 
            is 
                for 
                     keeps.
        

       

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