far away

March 8, 2012

….i ate the rest of the potatoes and thought about things – about the noise the stove was making, about the sound of the mountain wind outside. I remembered yesterday and the day before, and then I went outside.
I walked past the corral to the edge where the narrow trail cut through the black rim rock. I was standing in the sky with nothing around me but the wind that came down from the blue mountain peak behind me. I could see faint mountain images in the distance miles across the vast spread of mesas and valleys and plains. I wondered who was over there to feel the mountain wind on those sheer blue edges – who walks on pine needles in those blue mountains….. “Can you see the pueblo?” Silva was standing behind me…
I shook my head.

we’re too far away.

leslie marmo silko . yellow woman

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