New Mexican Lesson

I went to the Tsankawe National Park
For inspiration
And my muse laughed so hard
She split her sides and
Out flew a glossy crow.
It talked, of course,
This bird dug into my shoulder.
“Take in all the mountains you want
Sweetie. Gulp down the piney blue air;
Then go home
And write what you know:
A field so black
You can’t see two feet
In front of you.
And something awake and hungry
Hidden in the trees.”