In the morning light
The hoodoos rise
Bringing fire
To the canyon
The hoodoos rise
Bringing fire
To the canyon
Some images
Must be allowed
To speak for themselves
If the bumblebee
Could do science
What world would its textbooks see
Feeling
very small
and finite
Nature’s patterns
Repeat
In scale
And context
A Martian landscape?
Or an Earthly detail?
But time itself wields no might
But for agents of change
Like the workings of nature and her creatures
To the rock, it seems just yesterday
It had been the sand
Gently rolling with the waves
Red tide of fire
Flash floods every morning
With the sun’s first rays
As if it were
A theme park ride
And it is