now that the world is descent
the canyon floor
joins me there as it happens
my favorite part of the future
when waking is
an adventure, pulsing like stars
eager as her birth month of May
my vigil climbs
this mystery of mom missing
hymning words I can neither
say nor sing, loving
now my only way of knowing
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Pic: Holding on to a tree for dear life, the south rim of the Grand Canyon behind me. We hiked the entire South rim with only one tiny freakout when a 6000 ft drop lay two feet too close in front of me. I realized the trail was too narrow in parts (for me, anyway), so I opted to hike on the road and join back when the trail broadened again.
8 comments:
These photos and the story of Canyon trip are wonderful visual metaphors to your current journey, the poem powerful and filled with heart and soul.
I have been thinking of you so much, Maya! You are in my heart. ❤️
1. You look beautiful!
2. I’m happy that in spite of everything you were able to go on this trip!
3. I am sending love.
4. I am sending a sandwich. 🫶🏼
Thank you, Jeanie. This was a trip of a lifetime in so many ways.
Thank you, dear Steph <3. You are in my heart too XOXO
The last stanza of this is giving Native American echoes. It brings tears to my eyes.
This trip is a tonic for you.
I'm glad the trip is proving so meaningful.
Truly is, Nance. And I know all land is ancient, but I could see and sense it in a different way there.
<3
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