For one moment all I hear
is the beating of my heart
and the timeless exhalation
of the canyon walls. Three turns
and the river-roar's erased,
one turn more—the burble and plash
of the side-canyon stream. Raven
cackles. Cat-claw acacia motionless.
Ochre dust marks the path on boulders
where others have passed before.
Time has ceased. I am here
as I have always been here, as
I will always be here, my dust
in this dust, my water in this water,
my bones and these stones mingled.
A breath of breeze up-canyon,
and my breath, saying yes.