Ha ΄úú ΄ą (Sunrise)

The sun rose as any other sunrise,

like a light speck at the end of a tunnel.

The light caresses my knuckles. Needlessly,

to say it is yesterdays light. Not yesterday

as in the day before but like the days lost

as dust is in the wind.

 

The tires slap the cracks

upon the road surface

and my song dispels.

Not like driving someone away or vanishing

but more like the retelling of my young life’s memory

or my wrist movements or the location of my drum.

 

Each morning I drive towards the wake of sunlight

and each morning, the light hides the shadows

of mountains which are supposed to remain there.

 

Every part of my life passes. The longer I live

out here and away, Ik ł‘dá beedaajindánde— People of Long Ago,

the lesser the light shines as them.

 

I strive to caress this light

but somehow it always captures me first.

I am lost in the ruins of elongating shadow

against the western horizon,

the home of thunder and lightning.

 

Each morning I set out to greet them

and every morning,

I run towards them, Ik ł‘dá beedaajindánde— People of Long Ago.

 

I want them to save me from my solitary flight

and keep me tapping my drum.

 

Save me from this endless run.

About Crisosto Apache

Crisosto Apache, of Mescalero and Chiricahua Apache descent grew up in the most southern tip of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains on the Mescalero Apache Reservation in New Mexico. He is a graduate from the Institute of American Indian Arts in Santa Fe, New Mexico where he holds a degree in Creative Writing. He is also the recipient of the Red Elk Scholarship where he attended the Naropa University in Boulder, Colorado. He is a current student at the Metro State College of Denver where he continues to pursue writing as practice.

6 thoughts on “Ha ΄úú ΄ą (Sunrise)

  1. Benjamin
    January 24, 2012 at 2:40 pm

    I found this to be incredible. To be forever remembered in history; to reach an unreachable sun. I think we can find our way out of the shadow if we keep moving.

    1. Crisosto Apache
      January 30, 2012 at 11:35 pm

      Thank for your comment. You are absolutely right. Outside of ourselves, we remain longing for something we can never have. Always reaching, attaining, belonging or become a part of something bright.

  2. Jamie Kelly
    February 9, 2012 at 9:30 pm

    Wonderful. You already are a part of something bright.

    1. Crisosto Apache
      February 16, 2012 at 7:48 pm

      Thank you Jaimie for leaving a comment and for responding to the poem. That is such a nice comment.

  3. LA
    May 11, 2012 at 1:42 pm

    Cris: Captures my feelings and say everything so well.
    I’m assaulted – blinded by the glare every waking hour.
    Seek darkness so that I may be able to see true light. LA

    1. Crisosto Apache
      May 13, 2012 at 4:11 pm

      Thank you LA for your kind words. Light is something we all try to reach for.

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