In a second reflection on “where poems come from,” sometimes you find yourself in a place so intense that you must write about it. Problematically, when it’s a place as iconic as the bottom of the Grand Canyon, well, it’s almost impossible to do so in anything close to a fresh way. But you have to try…
This poem and the accompanying image came from a photo trip down the colorado in April of 2014 lead by a terrific Utah photographer, Willie Holdman.
Here’s a link to a gallery of the southwest from Willie’s photo site…
And here’s a link to my complete gallery of Grand Canyon Images from that trip…
JFink Images Grand Canyon Gallery
Peace,
Jeff
Colorado River in the Grand Canyon, April 2014, at sunset just below the Nankoweap Granaries
rock river sand
and light, dancing
the eye of the raven, his ragged
wing, vishnu’s
impassive face, creator
and destroyer.
time made solid, layered
rim to river to rim. the ghosts
of the grandfathers
watching from the high walls
as we pass, encased
in our tiny stories.
the canyon
doesn’t care, the river continues
carving — deeper, deeper
into the dark heart of the world
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