down there

At the bottom of kolob canyon

I face my fear in the form of a lost trail.

Hang ego up like wet denim

Or bang it against the impenetrable--without

Some way of holding it we are only

Slippery rocks beneath  the falls.

Road open for 1 hour 2 times

A day, home amongst burnt stumps

And aquamarine fields—how long

Have you longed to finally be sucked dry or

Flooded, stunned by sun or

Cradled in the shoulder of the mountain?

Sooner or later everyone moves

In their own way. Land is for sale

In the shadow of zion. The cool

Waist of the river is only a place

To suck blood for some. But wind

has found a way through rock,

Nate lies out in the sun hatless and giving

Sweat to the air—anxiety evaporates

When the river slides its smile between my toes and

Reminds me we are going everywhere.

Even if I never moved again

Love would find its way.