i stood at the edge of the Grand Canyon thinking


it really wasn’t so grand


nothing more, in fact, than a visual representation of us


you, one beautiful rock formation


me, a multicolored jagged expanse


and an abyss in between


much too wide to cross


the depths echo


a place where a river of chemistry and gravity flows


and life flourishes untamed


drinking from the remnants of rain and our tears


the wild calls up to us


to join in the moment, exploring caverns of ourselves


but it’s too deep to reach


and so we stand like stone, unchanging


until millenniums begin to chip away the layers of our fear


and we fold into that desperate space


inbetween

09/04/2006

Posted on 09/04/2006
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