driving west
past the petrified forest
thoughts speed north
*
scent of cliff rose
here in the desert
my prickles soften
*
Kaibab Trail switchbacks
with each step the minute hands
fall off the clock
*
this enormous life
somehow I make it fit
into a chair
*
patch of blue
a tease before the hardest rains—
hope makes a crummy raincoat
*
an ant never
walks backward—
learning to love like that
*
what river even now
erodes all these grand layers—
woman standing beside the canyon
*
night of rain
morning of more rain
even my dreams get wet
*
journey of 800 miles
just one more stitch
in eternity
“…an ant never walks backwards–learning to love like that…” is a beauty, the tiny new thought, the unexpected big learning make me think I wish I’d said it, I think I’d say “learning to live like that”
Yes, learning to live you are so right. Not just to love but to live. Xo r
From: “comment-reply@wordpress.com” Reply-To: Date: Thursday, June 11, 2015 at 5:57 PM To: Rosemerry Trommer Subject: [A Hundred Falling Veils] Comment: “Nine from the Grand Canyon”
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I especially like that Kaibab trail, those minute hands falling off the clock. Such a grand image for a Grand Canyon.