Whispers of ghosts
accompany us as
we walk through
their sun baked ruins.
They watch as we
look for traces
of early New Mexicans
who exchanged turquoise
frogs for golden rings and
other valuable things
with people from
far away places.
It is here they prayed
to honor their gods In
kivas deep and round
which abound in this mud
bricked town where
rituals and ceremonies
helped them understand
the ancient ones who
came up from deep
underground.
Here is where they fell in love
with black velvet skies filled with
jewels that twinkled their minds
with curiosity about time as
they measured it's movement
With such precision we think
they must have been aliens.
We look at their past
from our throne in the now
seeking a future for humans
while the ghosts observe
and wonder if we too
can learn to balance our
pursuit of gold, god and glory.
