Loaded down with leather aching in the sun
another round through the canyon
carrying rum and guns
The adobe walls
of the mission in the distance
the reverberation of the bells
in the sweat-stained heat
the tower
the stark light
the dust
the hooves
what burdens is he asked
to carry?
he does all without question
In the same way we carry our worries
through this whole world
without a word
