by Joy Harjo
Remember the sky that you were born under,
know each of the star's stories.
Remember the moon, know who she is. I met her
in a bar once in Iowa City.
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, his hands cradling
your mother's flesh, and maybe her heart, too
and maybe not.
He is your life also.
Remember the earth whose skin you are.
Red earth yellow earth white earth brown earth
black 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. I heard her singing Kiowa war
dance songs at the corner of Fourth and Central once.
Remember that you are all people and that all people
Remember that you are this universe and that this
universe is you.
Remember that all is in motion, is growing, is you.
Remember that language comes from this.
Remember the dance that language is, that life is.
[Happy Poem in Your Pocket Day! Joy Harjo is one of my favorite poets. (Last year, my husband drove me 3 1/2 hours so I could hear her speak)! And "Remember" is truly one of those poems I have carried with me since the first time I read it almost 20 years ago. It is what I call a spirit poem. I hope some of the lines resonate with you. And, can I just say, I LOVE the idea of carrying a poem next to my insulin pump?! This may become a habit! What poem do you have tucked in your pocket today?]