J28: A poem by Rita Wong
by Rita Wong
last year, i never imagined we would be
round dancing in Glenmore Landing
round dancing in Chinook Centre
round dancing in Olympic Plaza
round dancing in Metrotown
round dancing in West Edmonton Mall
round dancing outside the Cayuga courthouse
round dancing on Akwesasne
round dancing on Strombo
huychexa!
mahsi cho!
welalin!
drumming at Waterfront Station
drumming at the United Nations
drumming at Columbia University
drumming at Granville & Georgia
drumming at Dalhousie University
drumming at the Peace Arch
drumming on Wellington Street
drumming on Lubicon lands
drumming in Owen Sound
drumming in Thunder Bay
drumming in Somba K’e
drumming in Chicago
drumming in Chilliwack
drumming in Kitimat
taking a much needed pause for thought
on tarsands Highway 63
on the 401
on CN rail tracks
with Aamjiwnaang courage
a human river on Ambassador Bridge
time to stop & respect
remember we are all treaty people
unless we live on unceded lands
where rude guests can learn to be better ones
by repealing C45, for starters
we have to stand together in many places all at once
J11, J16, J28
Indigenous spring
Eighth Fire summer
autumn wisdom
winter sleep to
renew Indigenous spring
again & again
it is Gandhi we need to align ourselves with
Gandhi and Gaia and Vandana and Maude and marbled murrelets and mycorrhizal mats
Winona and Ward and Jaggi and Arundhati and phytoplankton and peregrine falcons
Naomi and Oren and Toghestiy and Jeannette and Lee and bittermelon and bees
Percy and Shiv and Jack and Elizabeth and chrysanthemum greens and canola, now radiated
Yoko and Yes Men and Chrystos and Dionne and dolphins and prairie dogs
Theresa and Melina and Pamela and Rosa and salmon and cedar
Wab and Harsha and Clayton and Eriel and eider ducks and water bears
Takaiya and Roxanna and Glen and David and wolves and whales
there is a time for pies and there is a time for rocks and beavers and snowy plovers
there is a time for poems and a time for rifles and coral reefs and caribou
there is also a time for the Haudenosaune Wampum Belt
two rivers running side by side
(as long as one party doesn’t try to dam and mine and kill the other’s river)
and a time for spinning wheels
it is Super Barrio, who stopped 10,000 evictions in Mexico, who I look to
it is the Zapatistas, the Mohawks, the KI, the Lhe Lin Liyin
the Mother Earth Water Walkers, the 20-year-olds suddenly in Parliament, the grannies and the grandkids
it is the children I will never see, but who I hope will live and drink clean, wild water
with gratitude to Chief Spence, whose life I celebrate and honour
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Rita Wong is the author of three books of poetry: sybil unrest (co-written with Larissa Lai, Line Books, 2008), forage (Nightwood 2007), and monkeypuzzle (Press Gang 1998). She is an Associate Professor in Critical + Cultural Studies at the Emily Carr University of Art + Design, where her work investigates the relationships between contemporary poetics, social justice, ecology, and decolonization. She is a member of the Editorial Review Board of Decolonization: Indigeneity, Education & Society
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Rita Wong, thank-you for this poem. It reminds me what poetry is made for (not contests, not good reviews, not your colleagues’ esteem).
thanks for your comment! it’s been heartening to witness how IdleNoMore invites us to build the eighth fire together, creatively
Thank you. This poem makes me believe in poetry and love. From the UK Idle No More is not getting enough coverage. I am working on it… from where I’m looking, your energy, dancing, drumming, courage, fight, intelligence, sophistication is clear and unfettered. Congratulations, keep going
Thanks Laura! Sending you lots of good energy!