Another Poem
The Slot Canyon
Afterwards, I was shaken.
But even when water poured over sheer cliffs,
Filling the gully with branches and stones,
Grinding the walls away,
I was never afraid of drowning.
Later as the sun warmed red rock with dim light,
I rubbed my palm across the canyon wall,
So dizzy I leaned against the sand stone face.
I should have tried to swim.
Instead I climbed a crumbling ledge to
Gather grace like small stones
Embedded in the soles of my shoes.
Afterwards, I was shaken.
But even when water poured over sheer cliffs,
Filling the gully with branches and stones,
Grinding the walls away,
I was never afraid of drowning.
Later as the sun warmed red rock with dim light,
I rubbed my palm across the canyon wall,
So dizzy I leaned against the sand stone face.
I should have tried to swim.
Instead I climbed a crumbling ledge to
Gather grace like small stones
Embedded in the soles of my shoes.