Nambe

Rugged mountains and rusty canyons of Nambe,
Disheveled sage brush, blue-grey,
Cactus bloom, cyan,
Purple clouds pregnant of the coming rain,
Last light of the day, stroking the mountain slopes,
Pinion pines and junipers incensing the air,
The numbing song of the creek,
Then the fire crackling,
And you’re all mellowed out,
Sleep…
Wake up in the middle of the night,
Watching the stars till you get dizzy,
Sleep… Sleep…
Dream, of the Land of Enchantment.