The Canyon

I am a canyon

Stretching forever

Until undecipherable, unseeable, unceasing

Craggy rough-edged jagged and hard


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.