I cross the valley floor
Under the gaze of giants
The land’s sentinels for time
Long forgotten
Under the gaze of giants
The land’s sentinels for time
Long forgotten
I love it so much
I tend to find it
Where others see only the everyday
Only the expected
When it’s no longer possible
To get an image
With a hand-held camera
I sit down
And bask in the immensity
I assure
Their voices
Are heard
I speak for them
When they cannot
Speak for themselves
We approached the ziggurat
Towing over thirty feet of living space
Exiting
The Valley of the Gods
Switchbacks, gravel and steep grades
More than a thousand feet straight up
I wondered
At the wisdom of this drive
Then the thought
Each adventure ever had
Begins with
Just a little bit of faith
No strokes go wrong
She’s always right
And so I learn
What beauty is