I am a canyon
Stretching forever
Until undecipherable, unseeable, unceasing
Craggy rough-edged jagged and hard
Time
Teaches me nothing
And everything.
I exist
with texture colors hardness
roughness and cracked softness
Amazingly soft space.
Donald Meldrum, PsyD., writes 4 lines while staring at Marilyn’s pencil drawing of the Grand Canyon: (Didn’t get lost in; the effect on Meldrum does not register on any recognizable scale.)
Ribs & ridges running like a dry river
Colors echo through the canyon
In sun-shimmered riverberations.
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