Tnorala rises
From a wide, flat plain
Dug out by a shooting star
Which fell to earth
The sandstone
Began to rise
Some 200 million
Years ago
Leaving the water to carve
An infant, a toddler
The geological child
Of a mother, Earth, 4 billion years old
Time, and Nature
In harmony
Feeling
very small
and finite
At eighty
Kilometers per hour
4-80 air conditioning
Whistler is something of a second home to me, which is great. The resort provides all kinds of wonderful activities. Skiing, of course, and mountain biking. But also, swimming, canoeing, hiking, snow shoeing. Having a pint or four at the Dubh Linn Gate pub while Ruckus Deluxe takes the stage.
“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?”
The Colorado
Takes a pause
Between a hundred million days
Like here, where the fires burned
In Yellowstone
And the sky shone purple
Above the sun’s yellow, turned
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