Walking down the canyon,
I'm hiking back in time;
when waters carved the notches,
in a different, ageless clime.
When dinosaurs were here,
when great fish swam the deep;
when time - it wasn't measured,
and was not a thing to keep.
When lava flowed like honey,
and volcanos shook the earth;
as creatures climbed and crawled,
evolving with each birth.
Now, I see the remnants,
of that distant other time;
when life began with fire,
as we struggled through the slime.
I tread the river's edge,
a mile below the rim;
breathe in the coming night,
as the sun begins to dim.
The canyon's vast and lovely,
too much to put in words;
instead, I listen quietly,
to sounds I never heard.
Feb 11, 2015
Feb 11, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
Walking down the canyon,
I'm hiking back in time;
when waters carved the notches,
in a different, ageless clime.
When dinosaurs were here,
when great fish swam the deep;
when time - it wasn't measured,
and was not a thing to keep.
When lava flowed like honey,
and volcanos shook the earth;
as creatures climbed and crawled,
evolving with each birth.
Now, I see the remnants,
of that distant other time;
when life began with fire,
as we struggled through the slime.
I tread the river's edge,
a mile below the rim;
breathe in the coming night,
as the sun begins to dim.
The canyon's vast and lovely,
too much to put in words;
instead, I listen quietly,
to sounds I never heard.
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