Within sight of the house, a white
stallion is penned in a small corral,
never cleaned by its owner, the horse is forced to walk and sleep in
his own dung. Every day Bill feeds him an apple, talking sympathetically.
This afternoon, from a nearby clump of grass by the fence, a
snake pops its head out. "It looks like a rattler," Bill
says. I'm not so sure, but stay a respectful distance away.
Later, I hike up
the hill behind the house, climbing over the BLM fence, leaving
a shred of
DNA on black
skirting associations of spiky bushes, I stop several times,
to the valley patched with pastures, houses, the tiny corral,
dusty roads, and its sharp teeth.
Walking along the ridge,
petroglyphs drawn on the outcropped basalt, inaccessible as in Paleolithic caves, this triple-bodied,
many-armed-like Shiva, that lightning snake and Humpbacked Flute Player, must have been made by shamans hovering
over the cliff's face like hummingbirds.
The Way of the
Spirit is the oldest, most basic and characteristic worship
of Phrygia the cult of the Great Mother of Nature, called Kubaba
by the Luwians east of the Halys, Kybele or Kybabe by the Lydians, Kubila or Mater
Kubila in Phrygia, Cybele by the Greeks; she was also
of the rock'), paved
with leaps into space.