the wind song of the canyon…

 

 

The Gunnison River is still doing its work,

   the river never looks up…

     it inspired my new nature poem

 

 

Black Canyon of the Gunnison

 

We tramp ascending trails,

scant footsteps from the canyon rim,

we look ahead and up,

no need for looking down.

 

The canyon stares at us

   with no flutter of interest,

no ripple of welcome.

The canyon needs no rim walkers

   to mark the edge of sky,

it needs no halfling voice

   to make a vagrant echo

      chasing the puny river

         that carves a new bottom each day.

 

We keep to the high line

   of the trampled scuffs of booted feet,

the wizened pine scrub reaches out to us,

not close enough to touch,

but near enough to drop

   the untouched cones that mark the season.

 

We face the nearing sky,

we step round to a new patch of wood,

a turn that mutes the wind song of the canyon,

and we nearly forget

   that we are high above that wild width,

scant steps from that vast space.

 

January 9, 2018

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