ONE DAY THERE WILL BE HORSES by Joy Harjo Your eyes peered out from the wreck Of a three-day drunk. Your eyes say good man, works with hands, Knows how to dance, believes in the good of people, And wants a chance. We talked about relationships, jobs and all the casino winners In your family: everyone but you. Ayyy itʻs my turn now. Your eyes laughed and kicked back The afternoon sun. You asked me to let you off near an overpass, north of town. A creek ran parallel to the highway. There were trees bending down To cup the winds. When I turned back to look you were walking west. Work shoes and tools over your shoulder in your broken bag. A little rain began to fall From sparse, lucky clouds. Did you find a place to sleep, And something to give your sustenance for the long night? Your eyes peer Through the dark as you sing A traveling song: One day I will be rich. One day I will have horses enough To marry you with. Hey-ya-ha Hey-ya-ho!