What the Gorge Said

The road into Taos from the north drops you down into the valley all at once. I pulled over at the overlook because I always do. I got out of the car and the wind was blowing hard the way it does up there and I just stood with my hands on the railing looking out at the gorge and the mesa and the mountains behind everything and I had the clearest thought I have ever had in my life: you are not in charge and that is fine. I do not know where it came from. I got back in the car and kept driving. I still think about it every time I feel like I have to control something.