Simon J. Ortiz
(Acoma Pueblo)
from THE REMEMBERED EARTH
Edited by Geary Hobson
University of New Mexico Press, Albuquerque NM, 1979
THE SIGNIFICANCE OF A VETERAN'S DAY I happen to be a veteran but you can't tell in how many ways unless I tell you. A cold morning waking up on concrete; I never knew that feeling before, calling for significance, and no one answered. Let me explain it this way so that you may not go away without knowing a part of me: that I am a veteran of at least 30,000 years when I travelled with the monumental yearning of glaciers, relieving myself by them, growing, my children seeking shelter by the roots of pines and mountains. When it was that time to build, my grandfather said, "We cut stone and mixed mud and ate beans and squash and sang while we moved ourselves. That's what we did." And I believe him. And then later on in the ancient and deep story of all our nights, we contemplated, contemplated not the completion of our age, but the continuance of the universe, the travelling, not the progress, but the humility of our being there. Caught now, in the midst of wars against foreign disease, missionaries, canned food, Dick & Jane textbooks, IBM cards, Western philosophies, General Electric, I am talking about how we have been able to survive insignificance.