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Slickhorn Canyon

Here, in this remote, twisted canyon, countless generations of aboriginal puebloan peoples lived. One thousand years ago, they faced a 100-year drought, and lost out to it. It's likely that some farmers became nomads, raiding the produce of others who had struggled on; likely there were skirmishes in which one family battled another for survival.

scattered pot shards
all that remains of a
nameless family

I rest in an alcove's shade near crumbling walls of stone and mud located high on a sandstone cliff. Ghostlike handprints are painted above the doorway. Below is the wash whose intermittent waters fed their small plot. Where corn and squash once grew, there's nothing but cactus.

I listen to the wind whispering, imagine it's them speaking of their failing crops while eating a scant evening meal.

I don't know who these tears are for.

lizard running
on the sandy wash

sunset


Notes: Published in Haibun Today 5:4 December 2011

This haibun was inspired by and is structured after Basho's passage, "Hiraizumi," in The Narrow Road to the Deep North about the demise of the Fujiwara family. The haiku "scattered pot shards . . ." uses the middle line of the well-known poem associated with the passage: "summer grasses / all that remains / of warrior's dreams," a translation by Lucien Stryk from On Love and Barley: Haiku of Basho, Penguin Classics, London, 1985.

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Image: Reminants of a Shrub Hanging on a Slickrock Wall

kiva