Canyon Song 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 thunderous distraction. 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. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...