Crashes are head everywhere.
Children scream and hide
Only if they think it’s going to get them.
Some stare out into the murky rain,
And wonder how nature could be so beautiful.
A flash of light greets the booming roar
Adding special effect to the magnificent sight.

Some can be scared
Some can marvel
Others can just wait for them to pass on
Everybody has their own interpretation of it
However foolish or selfish it may be.

Some boom like the thunder.
Others flash like lightening.
All in the same,
When combined together
They bring beauty.

Working in harmony
The thunder and lightning dance
Together to clear the air
And create that rainy smell
Only some can really smell.

The Grand Canyon is like the brain
with deep, unexplored fissures and tributaries,
the main route well known by now.

I am walking, walking inside my mind,
a grand canyon, a planet of canyons, a system
of planets. The exploration may become dangerous

I might lose my job, forgetting to go or losing
sight of its importance. But the job is gathering
pinyon nuts and saguaro fruits, it is the main

river, deepest cavity, how I find the unexplored
canyons and tributaries of my neighbors
and my enemies. But is it a religion,

a reason for living. It is a marriage, for better
or worse, with all the other living. The concept
of life's brevity, temporary compared

with the time taken to carve the canyon, does
not interest me. Each moment has a weather,
is a mirror of all other moments. The naming

of things goes on. Cliff rose and wavyleaf oak,
new mexican locust and sagebrush among ponderosa
and pinyon pine, juniper. Once I know

who they are inhabiting the canyon, the raven's
flight is meaningful. The raven's rock cave,
search for seed and carrion, my home and job.

I remember
you once said,
"I want to go somewhere far away."
but it never crossed my mind
that you were about to go somewhere
I wouldn't be able to follow.