From a recent visit to the Grand Canyon.
it’s not often I can see like this
sitting beneath the twisted pinon tree
that breaks a stone boulder
it’s a far view in both directions
appears as mineral
layers of the Colorado Plateau
cut like a surgical patient
a slow intensity
tourists pass going up and down the trail
snapping pics of themselves, each other
wide open meaning of earth
it seems simple
to be either
at the rim or the river
but it’s not…
psalm of updrafts
these wings might have created wind
roots might just be another way of saying branches
the fire burns and burns
leaves charred trunks and small aspens
clusters of little sisters
girls of the trembling leaves
turning yellow, orange, autumn
equinox sitting cross-legged
cradling my cane
who sees me, sees just another person
feels cold, heat
give me a kiss
Indeed, I shall give you a kiss the next time I see you. Lovely poem. Really enjoyed it.
I look forward to collecting! So glad you enjoyed the poem.
You did it, Miriam. “a slow intensity of hope.” Perfection, right down to the final line’s kiss. TY Karla
Karla–you made my day!
Glad to hear it. You light up my life so often!
Such a moving piece Miriam. And from psalm to kiss, deeply imtimate. Thank you.
Thanks so much for reading.