Bask in sunset rays
While I bask in the presence
Of geological time
Feeling
very small
and finite
Feeling
very small
and finite
The Colorado
Takes a pause
Between a hundred million days
Until I look again
And see the beauty
In the dilapidated
The strength
In the distressed
The resilience
In the rusted
I love a sky
Unobstructed
Cloud-filled and a little ornery
When it’s no longer possible
To get an image
With a hand-held camera
I sit down
And bask in the immensity
“It’s shaking me to bits!” the middle sister garbled, her tongue flapping against her lips.
“Quit your complaining!” croaked the eldest. “Would you two malcontents rather walk in this foul heat?”
Nature’s patterns
Repeat
In scale
And context
A Martian landscape?
Or an Earthly detail?
To the rock, it seems just yesterday
It had been the sand
Gently rolling with the waves
Or is it just a sprig
An ephemeral growth
A life spanning a single desert rain
Beside a rock worn smooth
By the long dead river
Which cut a chasm wall
Aeons ago