A trickle
Where sometimes a flood
In a land grown thirsty
While from the sun falls
Torrents of heat
And light
In a valley
Deeper than shadow
Tag: Zion National Park
Barely a Trickle
Barely a trickle
Below, broken evidence
Here sometimes a fall
Mother Nature: Earth’s Artist in Residence
Beauty sculpted
With the softest tools
The utmost patience
Beheld by a mind
For a fleeting moment
Recorded for a moment more
While the sculptor
Chips away
Her pieces ever
Works in progress
Not a one complete
Hard Rock Cradle
Hard rock cradle of the canyon
Fluffy down comforter in the sky
Below, a river flows
Brings all I see and need to life
Gentle Tenacity
I remind myself
Even the gentlest creeks
Carve canyons from bedrock
With the aid of time and tenacity
Timeless Cycle
Embers
spark of life
renews within the valley
Enveloped
in the warm stone
of canyon walls
Emerging
as if from the womb
new life partum
Embraced
by the Earth
matron of time and being
Evermore
the cycle plays and plays again
birth, life, death, rebirth
Impenetrable
Shield above
Wall below
Safely nestled in the comforting green
Of my impenetrable canyon
Boxed In
Boxed in
Egress blocked
Walls impenetrable
But a blue sky
Offers promise
Possibility beyond
So I seek alternatives
Unknown paths
Improbable routes
The unexplored
May hide secrets
New trails to blaze
Trickle
Just a trickle
May restore
What once was lost
Love
Hope
Filling pools of possibility
Will of the Wisp
My presence in this moment
Is but a wisp of a cloud
In a windswept sky
A drop of rain
In the eons of torrents
Which gouge a canyon
From a plateau of stone
Try as I might
I cannot grasp
The monumental meaningless
Of my own existence
Leaving me to acknowledge
The incalculable significance
Of drawing a single breath
Here am I
An infinitesimal ephemeral wisp
In the cloud-strewn sky
Of existence
Claiming my glorious place
In the magnificence
As if a passing moment in eternity
Were eternity itself