Trespassing on sacred grounds
We disturb nature’s dream, as we walk along the edge of the Grand Canyon, with countless other gawkers and geezers, grinning like one of the salesmen in a half- off advertisement.
Somebody’s sunglasses lie on the ledge below
The guide says he’s bored of the canyon, from seeing it every day.
Everybody tries to stay out of everyone else’s digital camera view.
Somebody has had the wisdom to ban us from trespassing on the Canyon floor
As we leave, the snow begins.