As a child, I grew up with the Mandan world,
believing I could cover my tracks
on a horse moving through water.
Here I am in a Jeep on the Chinle River
with a Navajo guide, Mr. Ben Teller--
me, a North Dakota boy. And now,
descended, as one enters a Kiva
to ascend, I have spent this day,
into dusk, on Mesa Verde, alone
with my partner/wife of 50 years.
We are in camp. And while I love
tortillas, however they arrive
at my plate, from this day,
I will eat only corn.
Jim Bodeen
7 April 2019
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