How many summers have come
since Harappa and Mohenjo-daro
faded or fell?
We’ve all heard the story:
a rivers runs dry or changes course,
a new pestilence rides into town,
crops wither in baking fields.
Each time it happens must
seem like the first time—
hungry families camp outside
city gates or scatter like tumbleweed
towards faraway forests or hills
while rulers pace and wonder
how long their guards will hold.
How Many, How Long?