“The Creation Story” - poem by Joy Harjo

Joy Harjo

I’m not afraid of love
or its consequence of light.
It’s not easy to say this
or anything when my entrails
dangle between paradise
and fear.
I am ashamed
I never had the words
to carry a friend from her death
to the stars
Or the words to keep
my people safe
from drought
or gunshot.
The stars who were created by words
are circling over this house
formed of calcium, of blood
this house
in danger of being torn apart
by stones of fear.
If these words can do anything
if these songs can do anything
I say bless this house
with stars.
Transfix us with love.
Reprinted from The Woman Who Fell from the Sky by Joy Harjo. Copyright © 1994 by Joy Harjo. With permission of the publisher, W.W. Norton & Company, Inc. All rights reserved.