Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Alive by Joy Harjo

"Alive. This music rocks me. I drive the interstate, watch faces come and go on either side. I am free to be sung to; I am free to sing. This woman can cross any line."

When I read this part of the poem, I could almost feel the author coming to life again.  The author gains a new appreciation for life (or is reconnecting with her life).  She has an emotional response from the music, and she sees people coming and going when maybe she never took the time to notice.  It seems as though she has become an open vessel that has no worldly boundaries, ready to give and receive. Perhaps in this instance, a road trip is a way to reconnect with oneself.

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