donít know what I was healed of in
was a melting of walls,
dissolution of motes in the soul of the eye, a vast opening within.
directional, this opening, and clean as the late October sky above
the towering rock, but sovereign somehow
the risen chest of an angel or the collective smiles of all smiling
sheen and life-glow of all-eyed nature began to dwell in me as we
otherís secrets and songs.
the foot of august red rock, shear and soaring skyward, I felt my
feet on my garden ground, my true garden where I grew but not until
now truly knowing I was in its midst all the while.
garden, protected by unmoving giants, beneficent towards the desert
green from river water and captured rain.
dotting the cottonwoods, tilting with delight in the soft piccolo
echoes tossed back by the great sandstone cliffs and rapturing the
vast aquarium of air made vibrant and sweet by the silent, elemental
surrender of monolithic rock. Fire-cracked,
water-smoothed, wind-washed, earth-molded pilgrims who arrived long
ago and stayed these millenniums to worship.
fly up so my eye can follow
to the high places above.
beauty in your strong, wedge beak
bring beauty to beauty.
this stone-gladdened world to heaven. Fly.