FINISHED IN BEAUTY, A Poem

Posted by in Blog, Features, Poems on Dec 2, 2011

FINISHED IN BEAUTY, A Poem

This one of the first poems I ever had published.

I read a very fine thriller by Martin Cruz Smith called Stallion Gate that evoked the landscape of the American South West in a vivid and moving way.

When I visited that part of the world later, it exceeded all my expectations. I think the American South West is one of the most beautiful places in the world.

This poem was inspired by the landscape and the sense of thousands of years of human history that it has absorbed.

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FINISHED IN BEAUTY

Once I was a Navajo

sparing of sounds,

pursuing with mystical stamina

spoors invisible except

to a hard-educated intuition:

here ran a coyote, there a deer.

I heard the beat of wings

of a flying snake who whispered

secrets of sickness and health.

I walked where the sun judges

water, blood and bone

with rock-splitting authority.

I watched the heat ghosts

dancing on the mesa,

bloodstars in the corners of their eyes.

Who will buy my pots,

or my blankets, bleaching out

in the living sun?