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Bryce Canyon Hike

by Kevin T. McEneaney
Mon Aug 29th, 2016

In Bryce Canyon burnt ochre sandstone

lazes in sunlight like an arrow line

leading to hidden caves of bleak

antique beauty where time evaporates

like a dwindling puddle on gray slate.

Minarets of stone pray to passing clouds.

A solitary pine stands augustly proud.

Retaining walls remain required blasphemy.

Hard yellow clay and crushed white quartz

appear to host few ants and spiders.

Low clouds gently embrace black lava rocks. 

Amid aridity lurks mysterious fertility.

Reminded we are a part of nature,

we realize our impermanence and

inclination to delusion as we attempt

to anthropomorphize angular rocks,

amorphous clouds moving hearts to wonder.