Anasazi Girl

I am an Anasazi girl
I plant the crops in spring
then I wait with my family to see what time will bring
I wait for an animal or darkness or dawn
or the sound of the flute on the wind

I go down to the river in the cool evening air
the wrens and swallows taunt me as I unbraid my hair
they seem to say ”hey grab a wing and
I’ll take you across to the sound of the flute on the wind.”

Sometimes the river’s bluer than the bluest of our skies
and then she runs as muddy as the color of our eyes
when he’s lonely, Kokopelli drinks her water’s dry
with the sound of the flute on the wind