Eroded red rock looks like bone,
red rock swirled, wheeled and scored,
tipi-pinnacles, pots and cones,
red rock swirled, wheeled and scored.
Roadside cairn, a hitchhiker;
his knees, his pack, slouching hat.
Beside the road, a hitchhiker,
crouching cairn beside the road.
Tiny ruins cling to a cliff,
tiny ruins on massive rock,
dots and lines, a motherboard,
dots and lines cling to a cliff.
Eroded red rock looks like bone,
crouching cairn beside the road,
dots and lines cling to a cliff,
tiny ruins on a motherboard.
Humans, rocks: the “what,” the “if.”
This is the last of a series of fourteen poems written by Ron Singer during his time living with the Navajo tribe on their reservation, otherwise known as the Dine, or Navajo Nation. See other poems about the Navajo Nation here.
This vast reservation straddles the US states of Arizona, Utah and New Mexico and contains some of the most spectacular natural wonders of the Americas.
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