November is Native American Heritage Month. Here is one poem from Woven Stone which is a wonderful compilation of three volumes of poetry by Simon J. Ortiz.
Fragment
On my way to city court
to be judged again,
I pick up a small stone.
The month is March,
it will be Easter soon.
I put the stone in my pocket;
it is that I feel the need
for deliverance and maybe
if I do this.
My hands are sweaty;
my fervent vain wish
is that I had never been in jail
that first time.
I put the stone in my other had
and caress it with my fingertips.
I find it is moist
and realize it is a fragment
of the earth center
and I know that is
my redemption.
@Simon j. Ortiz
Clicking on the photograph will take you to Poetics and Politics. Clicking on the book cover leads to U of Arizona Press’ site and an excerpt from Woven Stone.
Peace
clegyrboia said,
November 18, 2010 at 2:31 pm
woven stone how beautiful it makes me look at stones in a different way
47whitebuffalo said,
November 19, 2010 at 2:18 am
Now coming from you, Magda—that’s a lot! You already have a unique–and wonderfully inspiring–way of viewing stones, water, grasses etc.