Painting by Howard Terpning
Mogollon Morning
The sun
From the sere south
Splays the ocotillo.
Cold withdraws.
Still I stand among
Black winds.
The long,
long bands of rock,
Old as wonder, stand back.
I listen for my death song there
In rock.
Old earth
In long shadows,
You pray my days to me.
I keep the ways of tortoises.
Keep me.
N. Scott Momaday
From the book In The Presence of the Sun © 1992.
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