With my love I stand
On the brink of immensity
At once diminished to a speck
And raised up with a presence
I can only describe as divine
As immense as the canyon below me
My love takes my hand
Rests her head on my shoulder
Nothing is so grand as love
I stand upon this grandest rim
Try to imagine unthinkable time
Relent before too long such fruitless task
Instead I’ll contemplate this lazy little rhyme
Through the plateau
The Colorado pickaxe falls
Reveals sedimental sandstone rings
The eons marked on canyon walls
Rock bottom finds the hardest rock
Twelve hundred meters down below
There an ancient granite shield
No deeper can the river go
But wider still
The river’s reach
A force of will
The cliffs be breached
Upstream the river
Has not yet found
The basement rock
So burrows still into the ground
One score and five thousand years ago
Human eyes came to see
Human hands learned to make
All our grandiose change
No match for nature’s hand
I remind myself
The chaos of such moments
Brings change
The necessity of it
The inevitability of it
Bringing light
To darkness
Bringing purpose
To doubt
Bringing meaning
To listlessness
I cannot see
Into the depths
I cannot see
The other side
How can I ask you
To understand me
Interpretations
Of a world made
From highlights
And shadows
Rendering texture
And line
Pix to Words 