Above: Picnic by a lake with Pepsi and white bread, Angier, North Carolina, 4-11-70
Picnic by a lake with Pepsi and white bread, Angier, North Carolina, 4-11-70″ was taken on my tenth birthday, in the aftermath of an Easter Sunday family picnic, but to my hungry soul in 2020 (that’s my late mom in the center down by the lake), it is a Thanksgiving feast.
Joy Harjo is the current Poet Laureate of the United States.
Joy Harjo – 1951-
Remember the sky that you were born under,
know each of the star’s stories.
Remember the moon, know who she is.
Remember the sun’s birth at dawn, that is the
strongest point of time. Remember sundown
and the giving away to night.
Remember your birth, how your mother struggled
to give you form and breath. You are evidence of
her life, and her mother’s, and hers.
Remember your father. He is your life, also.
Remember the earth whose skin you are:
red earth, black earth, yellow earth, white earth
brown earth, we are earth.
Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their
tribes, their families, their histories, too. Talk to them,
listen to them. They are alive poems.
Remember the wind. Remember her voice. She knows the
origin of this universe.
Remember you are all people and all people
Remember you are this universe and this
universe is you.
Remember all is in motion, is growing, is you.
Remember language comes from this.
Remember the dance language is, that life is.
“Remember.” Copyright ©1983 by Joy Harjo from She Had Some Horses by Joy Harjo. Used by permission of W. W. Norton & Company, Inc.