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.