Faces of the sand dunes cry
ancient storms cemented rock into sandstone
the sky opens between the canyon walls
this temple of eternity.
The rock wears away
the constant feet making a deep sand path
there is a blooming cactus
a burning smell of rosemary.
Then, all of a sudden, you step into the sky
such an uninterrupted horizon of canyon edges
the sheer cliff face
other worn rock where the river lulled around
our hollowed steps
the raised scars of Cocino Rock embedded
in soft sandstone.
One cannot tire of such majesty.