Vast Spaces
The Grand Canyon at dawn

 
To be at the exact center in your life
A slice of time cut with the perfect hand forged knife…

Ancient formations quiver   
against the hypnotic dawn.
Calm, determined, discarding sleep.

A complex tapestry,
so carefully arranged, romantic, dizzying,
innocent.

The sun is restless and rises,
cumulus, nimbus,
 hues of blue and gold from dark to light.    

I run wild in every direction
catching bits and pieces
placing them in my worn pocket
 safe and secure. Locked away. Unused.

But sometimes the most peculiar and
unexpected gust of wind will
free the landscape from its gilded frame.

I imagine the bottom of Colorado,
the beginning of the wind, ancient history;
 I sink to my knees…

 I dare to empty my pockets,
 break the frame, disturb the calm,
 eager to absorb this spacious classroom of the world.

© Joy Marsh