Gliding down a shoot
                           The river’s smooth tongue pulls
                           Us into leaping haystacks where


                           Cold water curls and cascades
                           Splashing our faces, drenching our bodies.

                      On the other side of riffles and cobbled rocks
                      We slap the boatman’s back: relax, laugh.

                     
                         The green mile wraps it lovely arms
                         Around boulders, downstream
                         In the canyon agave flowers “pup” out rosettes
                         And at dusk, the sacred white Datura blooms.

                             I watch Lauren row in a subtle, delicate manner
                             Reading the water, finessing hydraulics, dodging boat-sucking holes.
                             She is at home and bound to her boat with a calm and
                             Passion, only a Grand Canyon boatwoman knows.

                              In this ancient terrain, I cannot grasp the vastness, or
                               The magnitude of time in the millions of years echoed in
                               Layers of rock, cliffs and slopes.

                                I can only make a grand sweep of my hand, majestically
                                Across the land and say
                                A masterpiece of this scale, the desert, mountains
                                River, are uplifting gifts of deep mystery, history

                          And the memories we made here, exist now…but will disappear


                                  
                                  Like rain that evaporates
                                  Before reaching the ground.






0 thoughts on “Stratum”

  1. Oh, do try to make it happen. The food is excellent, the guides top-notch, and the landscape simply breathtaking. Go with AZRA: Arizona Raft Adventures in Flagstaff

  2. What a fabulous experience. And the processing of the photos is perfect — the vintage postcard feel helps to establish the timelessness of the experience.

  3. Crazy but I hardly take my big bulky (and expensive!) SLR camera with me anymore…you can do so much with the IPhone, and the editing apps are fabulous. Another new learning curve, though. Thanks, Linda.

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