On this hilltop, looking down,
the muddy river flows
on the waters far below
midday sun makes it glow.
You could put the Empire State Building
in there, and its top wouldn't show
this, the grandest of the canyons
swallows it up you know.
The speck (me) is awed
I walk fast back to my tent
the day is ending quickly
the bulk of sun is spent.
Indian Gardens, my oasis,
is a clump of green below
the rim is still miles up
I was here once and I know.
I'm back for the second time
the hike from rim to rim
sleep comes swiftly to my eyes
as the daylight dims.
The huge domes and cliffs
surround me with their height
marveling, I fall asleep
becoming one with night.