Color The Sun

Down streets of post-Cambrian cobblestone
On spirit horse back
Social spurs jangle
Desert dust, the wind-borne ode of rider across endless open landscape
Colors a blistering sun

Drum beat reverb
Down through steep sided valley
Eagle spreads long-feathered wings

Dipping off mountain crag
Enters crash dive
Down, down, down

Slowly pulling out
Veers away from
Sheer faced rock wall
Scans depth of spiritual river waters
Wanders with us out across this fabric weave of cultural time

Voices in chant, dance once again with evergreens
A long slow rhythmic drift across the ages
Northwest Coast dugout canoe spurned by thrust of cedar paddle
Quietly they smile, and...
In silence, call us homeward.

Greg Robinson June, 2009.