the boys were ready
to take on the worldso we settled
for climbing a mountain
each step
up the trailvolcanic rock
crunched & released
a faint presence of sulfur
& as we left the trail
digging into the steeper parts
a calmness opened
as we gazed the valley
the manic highway
in the distance
the snow capped peaks
the original holy sites
of the original people
hopi
navajo
zuni
apache
acoma
havasupai
hualapai
yavapai
& so many
more
aspen hugged the range
in the distance
leaves waiting to turn yellow
while the pine
on our shoulders
& in our shaky grip
were still black
in their recovery
fire a few years earlier
had marked the land
indelibly
where
the footpath ended
&
the outcrops protrudedour steps became
most deliberate
entering
the purity
of ancient water vessels
shaped & painted by many hands
broken by upheaval
& time
we
still search
for
your pure watersnow
---
e b bortz
(published in earth notes and other poems, Least Bittern Books, 2015)
(published in earth notes and other poems, Least Bittern Books, 2015)
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