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The men hiked on a loop trail

past the humpbacked flute player and

a creation spiral petroglyph,

then up a ladder to the top of the mesa

and met the women there.

A flock of wild geese wheeled

in shifting formation over the mesa,

then flew south climbing higher and higher

and disappearing in clear sunlight.

The ceremony was simple: a blessing

of rings by “water which knows no

boundaries,” and then a sprinkling of baskets

with blue cornmeal.

I write of this a week later

and think of Marie, who, at San Ildefonso,

opened the door to her house to us.

And we were deeply moved.

I hear these lines from the wedding:

“In our country, wind blows, willows live,

you live, I live, we live.”