Stale horse piss
and acid truck fumes rise by a road that
turns or slips into the sunburnt valley's sliding shadows.
Cold
winds looped as my eyes stared into an old kiva's
muddy grave. Cedar beams that had supported its
roof
lay
like an
important new clue
to the migrations that
first
brought people to the Americas.
'In terms of peopling
of
the Americas, we have found words
splintered
when
the
Bering Sea froze, and we could not see what
lay ahead.
Walking towards
morning's baiting sun, "How are we to
live upon
the surface of a planet fraught with
unknowns
as we unlearn the
habits of history?