Poem - Four Corners

Four Corners

On a winter

evening

I wish

for the morning

that the sunrise reddened the sky

for that day

we sped up the pass

the top down

the cold air blowing

the turquoise sky shining us, on

for the rutted road to the spring

to know that it flows

in a red desert

the water

edged green

for the autumn evening

Zuni

the Kachina celebration

the smell of mesquite in the air

for the cold night

the Navajo rodeo

warming by the open fire

eating hot fried bread 

pinto beans and cheese

I saw the moon on the plateau

knew the fabric 

spun wool

died and colored

woven