Parowan Gap Musings

I am not native here;
I know so little of this land,
So little of the Earth,
The old ones knew.
They lived here,
Beneath the sky,
In yellow sunlight.
They i
nhaled the wind,
Drank the rain and streams
Ate from the soil,
Clothed themselves in skins,
Grew their crops,
their families, their clans,
Under the celestial wheel
of the seasons.
I too am of the Earth,
but I take nothing,
from it for myself.
I am cut off from the Earth.
fixed in blue light.