Bringing Hannah Home | ||||
Above the San Juan River where a thick brown cord of water surges through the Four Corners we carried the dried umbilical cord mailed all the way from California, delivered by a stranger's hand, and brought it here for sacred burial. In a cloth pouch we tossed a pinch of pollen, a pinch of sand, clay lifted from those crosshairs where four states come together, mixed it all with the piece of Hannah so she might find this place though she had never even to this day touched these sacred corners. We laid the pouch in a shallow hole and heaped the world back in upon her. Nowhere else could have been any better. Nowhere else could have brought her mother home to us too. We heaped the earth then pressed it flat, scratched the letter H twice on a nearby rock that had for the last million years been struggling toward the light. |