We hiked in a 108 degree Utah sun. The journey itself a sort of tribute to 2 sandstone sentinels of the desert. But what is heat to 65 million years of stratified rock? To Earthen towers whittled into brittled brilliance by erosion, by wind & rain?
A farmer plants his seeds knowing in time green stalks will rise. Bury your worries in the secret garden Herbs burst from soil, strong and unbaptized In time fall wind blows away all blooms Your children thrive in houses and streetsides. Each a thread woven in a street beggars’ looms. Our blood is mixed with your’s flowing and entwined as an ancient fermented wine these streams have flown born in eons before our own. Through thousands of lines Children, birds, & trees keep finding a different way to shine.