Pueblo People of Mesa Verde

You want to know where water’s precious, where every scoop of dirt’s a prayer of life; and tomorrow’s blessing—carried in a pot

Of clay is a source of wonder up a slope a thousand years away—perch upon a buried kiva’s rim and take within the

Arcing southeast sun this light they saw— you see—and may you keep this light within and speak it openly;

They worked and loved, like we, this land, this calling, this Mesa Verde.