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Kall Me Kokopelli
“The flute is a heart song, like a
Not far from Four Corners monument,
I crossed into Colorado and drove up a
steep winding road for miles, emerging out
onto a pine tree forest on a high plateau
called Mesa Verde--named by Spanish
explorers in 1776, while America struggled
to become a country in the east.
This National Park was created in
1906 by Theodore Roosevelt, who was
the father of our park system. Indians lived
there in 7500 BCE, up to 22,000 of them, finally
abandoning the area in 1250 AD after years of
drought, warfare, & even cannibalism.
The park is huge, with over 600 cliff dwellings
preserved there. with names like Fire Temple,
My young wife was able to climb Spruce Tree House,
up & down the very steep stone Square Tower,
steps so she could get close Oak Tree House, &
to the sandstone villages, but Sun Temple
I had to skirt along the jagged
edges of the cliffs, watching her with powerful binoculars.
This gave me more time to study all the petroglyphs. I
fell in love with the rock art star who appeared countless
times--the hunchbacked insect-like flute player called
Kokopelli, a god of agriculture, a fertility deity with
feathers or antenna protruding from his head, a spirit
of music, & a trickster god.
Ancient man always
adapted--carving homes out
of sandstone rock cliffs.
Posted over at dVerse Poets Pub