Where I am From, the Anasazi
I am from the 4 corners region of the United States.
I am from Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, and Utah.
From Mesa Verde and Chaco Canyon,
I am from the unknown, from a veiled and cryptic background.
I am from rough, rocky ground.
From the scent of drying clay and smoke, and the stinging eyes to go with it.
I am from weather so hot you can see it in the air.
I am from cliff dwellings, and pit houses, and relocation.
From dry weather, and deserts.
I am from Kivas, or ceremonial centers.
And I am from rickety ladders, used to get to my home.
I am from large families,
And even larger village celebrations.
I am from trading, and 30 foot wide trading roads.
I am from the disk game, even if no one knows how to play anymore.
I am from the mysterious Kokopelli lore,
A mischievous, flute-playing storyteller, who occasionally assisted with crops.
From rain spirits, and the discovery of yourself.
I am from jade and turquoise.
Treasured, and used in nearly everything, from decorative masks to simple jewelry.
I am from red beans and corn, and colorful squash.
I am from paint from the Beeplant,
From pictographs on the wall, to carvings in the wall.
I am from black and white clay pottery,
Used for everything, and anything more, if possible.
I am from the land of master weavers,
From blankets, to sandals and boots, to baskets
I am from intelligence, and discoveries.
From irrigation systems, to fire aprons.
I am from weapons of bows and arrows,
And fights with enemies, or my own people.
I am from confusion, and disagreements.
I am from bad decisions, and slow disappearances.
I am from the Anasazi.
I am from Arizona, New Mexico, Colorado, and Utah.
From Mesa Verde and Chaco Canyon,
I am from the unknown, from a veiled and cryptic background.
I am from rough, rocky ground.
From the scent of drying clay and smoke, and the stinging eyes to go with it.
I am from weather so hot you can see it in the air.
I am from cliff dwellings, and pit houses, and relocation.
From dry weather, and deserts.
I am from Kivas, or ceremonial centers.
And I am from rickety ladders, used to get to my home.
I am from large families,
And even larger village celebrations.
I am from trading, and 30 foot wide trading roads.
I am from the disk game, even if no one knows how to play anymore.
I am from the mysterious Kokopelli lore,
A mischievous, flute-playing storyteller, who occasionally assisted with crops.
From rain spirits, and the discovery of yourself.
I am from jade and turquoise.
Treasured, and used in nearly everything, from decorative masks to simple jewelry.
I am from red beans and corn, and colorful squash.
I am from paint from the Beeplant,
From pictographs on the wall, to carvings in the wall.
I am from black and white clay pottery,
Used for everything, and anything more, if possible.
I am from the land of master weavers,
From blankets, to sandals and boots, to baskets
I am from intelligence, and discoveries.
From irrigation systems, to fire aprons.
I am from weapons of bows and arrows,
And fights with enemies, or my own people.
I am from confusion, and disagreements.
I am from bad decisions, and slow disappearances.
I am from the Anasazi.