I Worried

I Worried | The Daily Quipple

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I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers
flow in the right direction, will the earth turn
as it was taught, and if not how shall
I correct it?

Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven,
can I do better?

Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows
can do it and I am, well,

Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it,
am I going to get rheumatism,
lockjaw, dementia?

Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing.
And gave it up. And took my old body
and went out into the morning,
and sang.

You Are All People and All People Are You

Illustration of a landscape and sky with words: Remember the sky that you were born under… [Joy Harjo]

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November is Native American Heritage Month. Learn more here.

Today’s quipple features words from Joy Harjo, Native American poet who often writes about remembrance and transcendence. Harjo said, “I feel strongly that I have a responsibility to all the sources that I am: to all past and future ancestors, to my home country, to all places that I touch down on and that are myself, to all voices, all women, all of my tribe, all people, all earth, and beyond that to all beginnings and endings. Read all of Harjo’s powerful poem, Remember, here.