The Grand Canyon

I’m sat perched on the lip

of mother nature’s favorite mouth

One of the seven wonders of the world,

you reached out your hand to me

Calm as a blue jay,

with her wings tucked purposefully

to her sides

If she spreads her arms out wide,

a gust of wind will take her

to the canyon

down to the rich blue water,

into the heart of our mother,

the canyon.

Arizona

the goddess of red rocks,

her daughter the desert

sweet angels cake

a devil in disguise

cracked and dry

her creatures lie

is there desire behind their eyes?

The red rocks hug

their sacred souls

and keep their precious existence close

inside her mother’s canyon belly

infinite wonders lay buried

just deep enough

that the blue jay,

who dares pick at her sacred fruit,

may just find something

she was looking for.

Oh to be a part of this canyon.

To come home to mother.

To be sipped down like tea and honey

through her daintily parted mouth.

Swallow me whole

oh my mother the canyon,

may we become one.