Thursday, March 30, 2006

Southwest One

The canyon walls rise all
around. All around me
rise these storied walls of sandstone.
The sandstone rises red to reach
the sky and fill the canyon with high silence.

In the silence of a crevice
in the canyon wall before me,
sandstone has been shaped and
pieced to form a plot of walls,
now ruins in this crevice of a canyon.

But a stream is rushing over
rocks and past a prickly pear
intruding on the canyon silence,
washing all this past and present
towards some rising settlement.

~Son River 2006


later: replaced 'bricked' for 'pieced' in S2-L4. thought things were too harsh there.

1 comment:

Helen Losse said...

Nice. I love "these storied walls."