By Heid E. Erdrich
When a whole being
births into your hands
still you see your hands
no matter how unworldly
the beauty of the child
Then the universe of words
works past cosmology
to a useful name a handle
in English unlike the Indigenous
genderless language of verbs
Moon blues comet misses
moon looms super moon bleeds
many cosmological shifts later
our hands eclipsed by
the lovely being come so far
Come closer than ever
across the several heavens
we Ojibwe name
the layers of our atmosphere
and further out there
the fourth sky forever sky
When you first came to us
we did not have an Ojibwe name
to know the sky beyond
the sky beyond the sky
How were we to know
he was she was
they are
you
How were we to know who?
Notes:
“How It Escaped Our Attention” from Little Big Bully by Heid E. Erdrich, copyright © 2020 by Heid E. Erdrich. Used by permission of Penguin Books, an imprint of Penguin Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Random House LLC. All rights reserved.
Source: Poetry (March 2021)
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