by Joy Harjo
a woman can't survive
by her own breath
alone
she must know
the voices of mountains
she must recognize
the foreverness of blue sky
she must flow
with the elusive
bodies
of night winds
who will take her
into herself
look at me
i am not a separate woman
i am the continuance
of blue sky
i am the throat
of the mountains
a night wind
who burns
with every breath
she takes
from How We Became Human: New and Selected Poems 1975-2001
by Joy Harjo
W. W. Norton and Company 2002
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