The Mesa – A Poem

On the Mesa looking at the rubble of your ancestors
….My blurred thoughts clearer in this higher altitude
….Stones testify of their protective wisdom
….Pottery shards painted with shared knowledge and resources
….Ladders made for bravery and change
….Hieroglyphs telling stories of warning and loss
….That I can feel but will never fully understand.

At your table, the truth and strength
of your heritage
feeds my humbled soul.

This poem incorporates Beth Amanda’a Tuesday Writing Prompt at the Go Dog Go Cafe to use the phrase “blurred thoughts” in a poem.

I was inspired by the Puye Cave Dwellings, ancestral lands of the Santa Clara Pueblo People. My daughter and I took a tour there with a very knowledgeable guide who was descendent of the people who once occupied Puye. This is for Royce and the people of the Santa Clara Pueblo who magnanimously share their heritage.

©️ iido 2019

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