The Great and the Grand

 The Great and the Grand

I hike the Canyon, rim to floor and back in a day.

Where I come from, the beauty is in the Lakes, named Great,

a region of crystal waters, fertile soils, and verdant forests.

Here and now, I’m hiking the Canyon, named Grand,

a land of rock, of soaring mesas and buttes.

A chasm dry, but, at its floor, the roar of the River, the Colorado River.

One so powerful, so insistent, that it carved a wonder in solid rock.

I cool my feet in its green waters, before climbing back up.