Easter Morning on the Reservation
rising above the great desert
and into the powder-blue sky:
rust-red monuments for giants,
and at their feet, cottonwoods sparkling
still fresh in spring green
from recent rains.
A mounted Navajo, herding a string of pinto ponies
past the red-earth hogans, the pickup trucks and little corrals,
down a canyon flanked by flat-top mesas,
is chased by two German tourists, cameras in hand,
trying to capture, with little grace,
the rebirth of wonder.