"Blue Horses Running."
Possibilities exist with you, or sagebrush dots the desertscape,
or a string of crows float like beads on the turquoise sky.
And where mountains hold, plants spread out like a blanket.
We color-- we travel the colors of brilliant red-rock cliffs
that form within ancestral space.
We travel on the colors of the rainbow
and know what it means to come forth to awaken.
Here, it's possible to know that you
belong to the Earth in a language that names us.
That this place formed you and carved the high bones
in your face.
Cedar and rock monoliths know the motion of wind,
the patience of waiting, the gathering of strength.
Here, it's possible to know the world
in the words of our ancestors.
The simple beauty of blue horses running.