Canyon Dreams

Only in mile-deep silence do
red rocks flex their muscles and
scale the walls to watch the virgin
chasm crying out between them;

the sky overflows with blue
well-rehearsed harmonies,
but the pillars soak up
the excess chords along with those

who come here to listen to
the color of red rocks and seek
their powerful embrace: flesh
no matter how hard it speaks

is only flesh flexed and open
and ready to be sacrificed
to the heavy shadows discarded
like pods by the rising pillars,

they stand and fall with the blue
rhythms of the sky; sweat blends
into those who get lost down here
and makes them grow as cliffs.