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Unearthing Leetso: Yellow Monster beneath the Four Corners of the World

I could begin here, 9,600 feet above sea level, the aspens burnt red with summer drought, the dark wind of their light caught against the clouded sky, the mountain to the north of me that I still don’t know how to name turned inside out for its gold. When I stand on this finger of glacial granite pointing from our Colorado mountain meadow south and westward, and the evening sky is that preternatural blue of high altitude, and the air I breathe, the gravity that anchors me here, only a thin cusp of well-being beneath the great expanse of dark matter, of black holes, of star stuff that burns in the atoms of my body too, I can see past Nipple Mountain to the Arkansas Valley shining like a second sky of far-off car lights, of cities thinning toward Raton Pass and the New Mexico border I will soon cross over. I could begin here, but it is on the Navajo Nation, the teachers of the reservation will tell me, that the world begins—Hahjeenah, the Emergence.