In The University of New Mexico's
Zimmerman Library, I was reading a book on the Anasazi, the Ancient
Ones who populated Chaco Canyon and disappeared
sometime during the 13th Century, many anthropologists believe
because of a long drought.
A young woman
a braid of black gleaming hair swinging behind her like a
brown feet were bare, and I asked her why. "I
sweat a lot," she
replied. "In winter?" "I always sweat."
When she walked
away, her moist feet traced a river tumbling south through the canyons
of the Colorado Basin.
was a muddy centre before we breathed,
There was a myth before the myth began,
Venerable and articulate and complete.