The loose reins down over her head 
my quarter horse munches the moments 
of greenness between the smooth stones

that protrude at this elevation. 
From here the horizon stretches 
out under a cumulus blue sky.

Scattered over the flat hillside 
are thousands of gray flint slivers 
cleaved by one stone striking another

and fracturing a jagged edge 
of facets that catches the sun 
with dazzling sharp shadowed reflections.

In the sudden glint of each moment 
I search for one finished arrowhead.