An Anasazi Morning

An Anasazi Morning

An Anasazi Morning


To see a new world

of light from hole in roof

while standing on lower wrung

of wooden ladder

there above is an entrance

exit from comfortable hole.


A fire is lit

in the center of the hole

round walls catch the smoke to twirl

mini tornado

diameter into sky

smoke as message from the fire.


Raven and Magpie

one seen flying through the smoke

Raven shrieks at the Magpie

Magpie steals away

Coyote breaks the smoke next

go away unwanted one.


Down in this hole world

easy to create own space

a fantasy near this fire

no others but me in this hole only

figures of men through the smoke

some standing some splashing their face in light.



Emerge masked dancer

into magic color dream

disappear and then be seen as heroes

return and tumble

fall to the bottom of the hole

to restart life as child.


Masked dancers move sky

plain men go into the ground

what remains are daily chores

collect wood and water

remove dust from flattened earth

rehearse the words for magic.


The house and walls

are built from the same soft soil

mixed with water and red clay

hold as many years

secrets upon secrets held

worn down fort floor near water.


Secret of women

gathered down by riverbed

through these are powerful spells

all lips will stay sealed

these stones under fort stay smooth

remain rounded throughout time.



Whispers silent please

then Grandma leaves through smoke hole

sends shiver of old knowledge

down wrung of ladder

into these wavering flames

that burn on this cold hard floor.


Youth is vanity

where childhood dances on flame

creates circle with rhythm

lifting and dropping

heel of foot on floor to toes

dance to move smoke up through hole.


Here is a new world

where one can find light if looks

through the ladders lower wrung

into smoke from fire

to an entrance up above

an entrance or maybe exit.


Part of family

these figures found in the smoke

doing whatever they do

to start the morning

will move our feet on cold floor

bring warmth to start of each day.

For more works like An Anasazi Morning and other works by this author visit
Jamie Lee Hamann Author Page

You can also find works by Jamie Lee Hamann on HubPages



Jamie Lee Hamann
Latest posts by Jamie Lee Hamann (see all)

Jamie Lee Hamann

My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished seven collections of poetry and plans for more. I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family. If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.

3 thoughts on “An Anasazi Morning

  • April 25, 2022 at 12:21 PM

    Wonderful descriptions of an Anasazi morning. Well done, Jamie. This brings back memories of when I was editor and author on a Native American site where I did a lot of research and writing on the Anasazi people. Thank you for sharing this poem with us.

  • April 26, 2022 at 3:16 PM

    Interesting and very well-written poetry, Jamie.
    I loved these lines:
    “Youth is vanity
    where childhood dances on flame
    creates circle with rhythm
    lifting and dropping
    heel of foot on floor to toes
    dance to move smoke up through hole.”

    Thank you so much for sharing!
    Take care and stay blessed.

Leave a Reply

By continuing to use the site, you agree to the use of cookies. more information

Our cookie settings are set to "allow cookies" to give you the best browsing experience possible. By continuing to browse this website you are accepting our cookie policy.