June 22: Dreamers, Joy Harjo, "Invisible Fish"

I'm thinking a lot about dreams this morning for some reason.  Maybe it's because I've spent the last couple months preparing for and witnessing my daughter's high school graduation.  There's a whole lot of talk about dreams and ambitions during these moments.  You can see it in the kids' eyes, too.  Their gaze is focused somewhere on the horizon, where the future exists like some wavering scene from a favorite movie.  Star Wars: A New Hope or Raider's of the Lost Ark.

I have a poem about dreams from the newly named Poet Laureate of the United States.  I love Joy Harjo, because so much of it contains this beautiful, almost-dream imagery.

Saint Marty has his eye focused on the horizon today, as well.  He sees Ferris Bueller's Day Off.

Invisible Fish

by:  Joy Harjo

Invisible fish swim this ghost ocean now described by waves of sand, by water-worn rock.  Soon the fish will learn to walk.  Then humans will come ashore and paint dreams on the dying stone.  Then later, much later, the ocean floor will be punctuated by Chevy trucks, carrying the dreamers' descendants, who are going to the store.