LB’s Poetry: “It Was The Navajo Dog Took Me To The Hopi”

by Larry Brody

NOTE FROM LB: 

I used to say that the answer to the question, “Who was the Navajo Dog” was, “She was my mother in bitch’s clothing.” But no one ever seemed to get that. So here’s a little tale of how she mothered, and if you need to, feel free to ignore mom’s biology:

It Was The Navajo Dog Took Me To The Hopi

It was the Navajo dog took me to the Hopi,

Their tribal enmity ignored. She said there was

A man there I had to talk to, and next morning

We headed for Gallup, where I bought

Some tobacco to trade for the man’s time.

But when we reached First Mesa

(So close to the sky I felt like a cloud)

I found out the man had died.

The Navajo dog took me to ramshackle dwelling,

Tin-roofed and rambling, one room multiplied by five.

She said, “His cousin is here, and he knows more,”

Then barked, and a Hopi Elder appeared.

“Shake his hand,” said the Navajo dog.

“Shake it gently, no pressure.”

I did as she told me, and gave him the tobacco.

It was his favorite, Red Rock Blend.

We sat down together outside in the sun,

(So close to the sky I felt like a cloud)

And the Hopi elder looked to me from my

Navajo dog. “You listen well,” he said,

And spoke of the everyday life of the Hopi,

The trinity of dreams, visions, and animal

Songs. When he finished, it was dark.

“Stay the night,” said the elder. “Use my

Spigot. You can camp out in the yard.”

And so I discovered that time with the Hopi

(So close to the sky I felt like a cloud)

Is like a miracle never-ending,

Courtesy of my Navajo dog.


Larry Brody is the head dood at TVWriter™. Although the book whose cover you see above is for sale on Kindle, he is posting at least one poem a week here at TVWriter™ because, “As the Navajo Dog herself once pointed out to me, ‘Art has to be free. If you create it for money, you compromise your artistic vision by trying to please those who are paying. If you don’t accept money, you can be yourself. Like your art, you too are free.’”

Who is the Navajo Dog? Keep coming back and you’ll see.