I find the magical spot
A small butte
At the crest of a high plateau
From there
Three hundred
And sixty degrees
Of Canyonlands
The sun
Still hidden
In the saddle
Between Peale and Waas
My hands are cool
On the didjeridu
I draw my fleece up tight
Against the chill
And begin to play
As waves of sound
Rumble in my chest
Rays fan out, between the peaks
Sweeping downward
Ever so slowly
Until the sun crests
Floods the earth
With golden light
The earth, and
One happy earthling
Serenading daylight’s arrival
Good morning, sun, my friend
Welcome to a new day
Thank you for coming
I am thankful
For your gracious light
I am grateful
For another cycle
Near Moab
Utah, United States of America
Taken during travels, 2009
This post is my fourth response to Flood, this week’s edition of Jennifer Nichole Wells’ wonderful photo prompts, One Word Photo Challenge. The first post referred to a flood of humanity. The second was also a sunrise flood. The third featured a sunset flood of canary yellow sky.