A Morning in Coyote Gulch

February 4, 2013
Custom User Avatar
More by this author
The walls do not confine me here.
They stretch into the sky:
Walls of the cathedral that Nature built.
The sun peeks over them tenderly
To wake the vibrant canyon up.

This place is no labyrinthine expanse;
It is a familiar hallway.
The river’s bends are as well known
As the sidewalks I stepped across
On my way home from school.

Above, arcane ruins are not unoccupied.
A friend dwells in them and calls back
When I shout up to him.
The animals all must know my name,
Because they no longer call me by it.

They call this land a lonely waste, but I am its companion.
I will never desert it.

Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

Site Feedback