Canyon walls don’t question whether
They’ll keep rising or they’ll fall
Packed and crowded altogether
Many maze like rosy halls

Granite red ‘gainst bluest morning
Skyward I climb up the view
With my solitary yearnings
As I bid the ground adieu

Largely looming outdoors roomy
Quiet landscape, miles of wide
Skittish lizards spy me moody
Horizon spreads to stretch my eyes

At the top, my writing tablet
Begging for a piece of her
Seeks description, poet's habit
'Cept that here there are no words


Written by Sara Fielder © Feb 2014