Del Norte

Crossing the Rio Grande, a narrow thread of water here,
There was little time to dwell on its enduring life,
Or think of its crystalline source at Creede,
Or its long path to through Tewa and Tiwa-touched red earth
South to touch the shores of Mexico and the mighty gulf.

No, there was no time to ponder the meaning of life,
Its often-brutal course and vibrant rebirths over and over again.
We take in a slim glimpse at Del Norte, and head on
To the business of things we think we need.

Chris S. Cholas -- May 2, 1974