Time Travel

We went to a place where there is this tree. It is one of many at the base of a mountain where Indians carved and constructed a home ten centuries ago. Beyond the tree is a river and all around green. It’s where people grew things. Now the place grows tourists like us. We walked to a bench and sat looking at the mountain dwelling, appreciating the smoothness of the walls and the position of the windows and contemplating the routes people would’ve taken to work their crops or trade with other settlements. The Indians left this beautiful place for reasons not surely known. They had their reasons.

It’s not for us to know. Better that we just sit and wonder.