I would rather gaze
At the Canyon walls
Count the deer
Who wade along the shore
Feel the sun
The breeze
Caress my face
I would rather
Listen for the screech
Of a Red-tailed Hawk
Glory
At so small a thing
As a covey of gray quail
I would rather
Be
The river itself
Gently flowing
Glistening
Silver ripples (of mystery)
That
Like the heavens
Have no beginning
And no end
Or so it seems
Kelly M. Cooper (Lutz)
