Vision

          The rainbow touched down

          “somewhere in the Rio Grande,”

          we said. And saw the light of it

          from your mother’s house in Isleta.

          How it curved down between earth

          and the deepest sky to give us horses

          of color

                       horses that were within us all of this time

          but we didn’t see them because

          we wait for the easiest vision

                                                        to save us.

          In Isleta the rainbow was a crack

          in the universe. We saw the barest

          of all life that is possible.

          Bright horses rolled over

          and over the dusking sky.

          I heard the thunder of their beating

          hearts. Their lungs hit air

          and sang. All the colors of horses

          formed the rainbow,

                                           and formed us

          watching them.