Of Cairns and Kivas

Of Cairns and Kivas The cairn went together without effort - each stone calling out to be next to take a seamless place among the others, and when they were all in place, each making their willing sacrifice, they were one; a monument, an offering place . Surely you noticed The kiva was another thing entirely - designed for ancient rituals’ I merely borrowed it for a while. It was a quiet dark shelter with no corners, no place for unwelcome spirits to hide - I re-arranged the fire rocks slightly and made the prayers rather quickly. as Mesquite flames began to produce billows of pungent smoke. As I crawled out to leave, I watched black smoke spiral high into an azure sky. Surely the escaping black ribbon could be seen for miles. Perhaps you were faced in a different direction. Cairns and kivas - reminders of my barren inability to cause even a tiny reaction in the Universe.