Flagstaff AZ, we looped through a landscape of steep mesas,
sculptured buttes, crystals of white quartz and blue manganese,
red and brown iron oxide laid
down at a time the modern
mind may only imagine.
on a precipice, I saw a nude figure running toward Marathon,
shadowed by a lung-gom-pa loping over a jagged desert
floor. Then I remembered if
we knew exactly the laws of nature and the situation of
the universe at the initial moment, we could predict exactly
the situation when
Mangas Colorados sent
a courier, who jogged day and night,
stopping only to scoop water, and bleed his swollen calves
into the thirsty land.
way across the alluvium of an ancient river-bed, entered a
cosmography older than the gods. Snapped a few pictures,
trekked back to the car.