Delicate Arch

Climb up

The slick hot dry
                                                                                              

Navajo Sandstone

                                                                

Walk on top of the ancient red rust

Under the aged Juniper tree

Through carved gulches

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On the cliff face

The path is something

From a dream

The slick rock

Orange with

Setting sun

You turn

And it is

Upon you

A picture frame?

Life’s marvel?

A rock?

A beauty?

What you make it

What it makes you

It is what is

Missing that makes

You wonder

Free Fall

   

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Climbing on gray boulders

Big as the mountain

Jumping to the next

The fall could hurt you

Landing just right

It was on a slope

Boots clumping with a thud

A heart palpating relief

The cool breeze on the face

The heat off the ball in the sky

The stream passing by

Swishing in the distance

Gentle leaves brushing the arm

The hairs swaying like trees

A goat in its habitat

A feeling of peace

Healing with green leaves

Swelling the soul

Breathing with the air

A cleansing refresh

A part of this world

All that fly

Into the clouds

Must return

To the sea