Chimayo New Mexico
He laid his crutches on the floor, family tears streaming
The old man was on all fours, trying for one last trick
Once more his eyes would take in the light of the world.
Once more the legs would work.
Once more his heart opened to the love his grandchildren spent
How many more times would his heart sing with the long souled beat of the drum?
Youth flies quicker than the eagle hunting for wisdom
Beauty fades into the mountains and caresses the pines
God or spirit is in this place waiting for the old man to realize
The flight of soul that will finally free all earthly concerns.