View from (Circle One: A. The Top, B. The Bottom, C. Within, D. Without, E. A Web)
“‘I daresay you haven’t had much practice,’ said the Queen. ‘When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.’”
Kaibab National Forest
South Rim of the Grand Canyon, Arizona; October 1, 2017
East Rim of the Grand Canyon, Arizona; October 2-4, 2017
Backcountry camping, Marble Canyon, Arizona; October 5-10, 2017
Saddle Mountain Overview, Arizona; October 11, 2017
The cascading effervescence
Predestined dance lights up the sky
United front, we drench the plain
Precipitous plunge captures the eye.
Though we slip we’re never slipping
Momentous slide, no belly drop
To a home that is becoming
Hopeful diamond living as rock.
Cracked and weary, we splash onto
Sinking into the skin within
To drown from the absolution
Where the whirlpool starts to spin.
Grasping for form, we hold O2
Our bodies mix with sweat and tears
Inner dams withstanding pressure
Hollowed out dimensional spheres.
Little droplet tries to reason
Beggar’s pause washes the pall
Just a crack, the dam’s suggestion
That the droplet sees it all.
Darkness fills the dam too quickly
Tiny droplet stood no chance
Swallowed up by dried affection
Evaporated through a trance.
But the arid holding pattern
Can’t stop the dam from leaking fast
Belief rising to the surface
Droplets take on new life as gas.
Now cast from the bursting bubble
Channeled toward a stream of heart
Waiting for the perfect moment
When creativity will spout.
Such a ghastly evolution
To keep the rivers running strong
Moving through the lips of patience
Back to the air where we belong.
