In early morning this is a safe place.
Sage smoke dances.
Warm sounds echo.
Sunlight plays. Cloudy shadows
create contrast in red rocks,
green shrubs and blue waters.
In the afternoon, air drafts shift.
Life used to be one way
and now it is another.
Canyon lightening ricochets
The dust you left behind
obscures the path. I choke and slip.
Fingers cling and feet dangle.
I tell myself to hold on a little longer.
Finally, allowance of inspiration
builds a bridge of bold trust.
I let go.
Landing on a rock precipice, I think
of you in the past tense. I am lost.
Ravens soar overhead and
caw me back to the now moment
of no time space.
Evening wind tastes like freedom.
Setting sun settles.
Starlit darkness whispers.
The canyon song flows and builds
a crescendo expansive
as the vista. Its deep, rich descant
guides my heart. I am home.