Prayer

Prayer


by Luci Tapahonso


This winter
I have spent many hours driving
the road between Santa Fe and Albuquerque
early morninglate afternoon
It must be tiring, people say
about 100 miles a day
nothing much on that road
But I enjoy it
that road had a lot
of good poems and songs
discovered while driving
through softly curving hills
dotted with tufts of pinon and tumbleweeds.
I even left some thoughts musing,
lingering around a small white cross
beside the northbound lane
and I say:
bless me hills
this clear golden morning
for I am passing through again.

I can easily sing
for this time is mine
and these ragged red cliffs
flowing hills and wind echoes
are only extensions
of a never-ending prayer.


From Seasonal Woman by Luci Tapahonso, Tooth of Time Books.
© 1982 Luci Tapahonso