Tag: United States of America

A geological child

I think of this canyon
As old
Until I reflect
And recall

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

There are places on this earth
Where time is the answer
To every question

Time, and Nature
In harmony

Monolithic sphinxes
Bask in sunset rays
While I bask in the presence
Of geological time

Feeling
very small
and finite

Sometimes I see
Somewhere ahead
A place
I’d like to be

With twists and turns
I’m never sure
Just where
The road takes me

Late afternoon
On a cold, crisp Colorado day
The moon comes calling
Wrapped in azure sky

There is little more delightful to roadtrippers
Than a lightly used highway
Which does the exploring for us

Abandoned
Grey and withering
Under a hot blue sky

First glass
Now wood
And the grass grows high

I love these wide open spaces
With their sparse grasses
And iron red soil

I love a sky
Unobstructed
Cloud-filled and a little ornery

“Ugh! This thing stinks!” lamented the youngest.

“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?”

We’ve tamed the river
Far below
A dam built down a ways

The Colorado
Takes a pause
Between a hundred million days