Walk To the Kiva
A journal entry, written in 2012 at Annacarla, my composing/teaching retreat in northern New Mexico. A kiva is an underground room used by Puebloans (in ancient times and today) for religious rituals.
On my walk to the kiva this morning, the damp-but-not-slippery ground felt firm, yet springy.
Waiting brownly through the drought, the sudden-green grass reached into sideways-sunlight.
A pine-tree dew-drop flashed its spectrum-coded messages.
Half a mile through the trees, there was no traffic on the highway.
In the stillness, except for an eagle's cry there were no sounds...
but that of the grass growing, the mist rising, and ancient songs and drums.
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