To understand the path I must follow
Than from the vantage point gained
Through the hard work
Of elevating myself
The possibility
Of the impossible
If the bumblebee
Could do science
What world would its textbooks see
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
I love a sky
Unobstructed
Cloud-filled and a little ornery
“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