At the ruin
there is, as is the case at many of these sites, a sense of
tranquillity which I cannot explain. This cluster of mounds
seems to gather the surrounding landscape around itself in such
a way as to become the center of that circle of earth and stone,
forest and field.
While there I find myself alternating
between looking at the landscape beyond the ruin and then tracing
the outlines of the fallen stone walls surrounding me. I can
never see the land as the builders of that pueblo saw it, and
I can never hear the voices of the builders. Still, there in
that place, enough of their legacy remains to speak with a voice
of its own.
From Houses on Country Roads, by Ian Thompson.
Copyright 1995 by the Durango Herald. Reprinted with permission.
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