THE SECRETS OF ISHBAR

On High Desert

It was a summer evening 
the sun had set 
we were still many miles 
from our camp 
in the high desert. 

The moon was full 
and the cacti shimmered in the pale light 
until we saw two eyes 
peering from behind the bush. 

One eye of the wolf shone fiercely 
the other was calm. 

We drove on over canyons 
and through ancient mountains 
till we reached Taos 
still connected to its Indian roots 
and we saw a temple 
to a flying hero.