It was a hot summer day whenI started
my trek up the side of the grand canyon.
The powerful sun beat down without mercy
as I hiked with a companion.
Layers of history, colors twisting
and morphing as it collided to form a cliff.
My ears picked up the sound of water running
as history was carved into the stone like a hieroglyph.
I could hear wind chiming through the trees
sounding like the piano playing for the moon.
Swaying melodically in the dim lit park
with the adversity dancing to the tune.
A fork in an ever winding path was ahead.
Indecisiveness swept over me like a fog
and we went our separate ways
as my slow walk turned to a trot and then a jog.
One, two, one, two, one, two.
Feet pounding the ancient rocks,
heart racing as I peaked to see
the sun looming in back like a crafty fox.
My heart hurtled my stomach as I stopped
to see dawn approach,editing the sky
deleting stars and the darkness
like extra letters and words gone awry.
Arriving at the summit with gratitude
where there I saw my friend.
Nostalgia hit me like a brick wall,
but I smiled and started to descend.