Gazing at mesa top ruins
blanketed with deserted dwellings,
a rich history can be observed.
Carefully inscribed petroglyphs,
and primitive pictographs
painted eons ago reside
on crimson red rock cliffs.
Telling a story of
an ancient way of life
captured for future generations.
We remember the silent past
not forgotten but carefully
recorded in symbols.
Secrets are etched on weathered surfaces
buffeted by wind and rain,
as the years pass by.
Mysteries lost to our understanding,
quiet voices from the kiva
waiting to whisper
sacred truths to
our spirits,
reminding us
of ageless Anasazi traditions.