by Laguna Pueblo, February 1973 Imaginary Gardens (ed: Sullivan, 1989)
I Climb the black rock mountain
stepping from day to day
I smell the wind for my ancestors
pale blue leaves
crushed wild mountain smell.
up the gray stone cliff
where I descended
a thousand years ago.
Returning to faded black stone
where mountain lion lay down with deer.
It is better to stay up here
watching wind's reflection
in tall yellow flowers.
The old ones who remember me are gone
the old songs are all forgotten
and the story of my birth,
How I danced in snow-frost moonlight
distant stars to the end of the Earth,
How I swam away
in freezing mountain water
narrow mossy canyon tumbling down
out of the mountain
out of deep canyon stone
into the world.
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