Slip Over the Edge

 

Quietly slip over the edge;

disappear without a trace.

Follow the old trails.

 

The canyon trails are worn smooth

by bare feet or reed sandals.

Centuries old hand-holds are still there.

 

Trails wind down to hidden pools.

Deep shade is cool below the canyon rim.

Hot sunlight is a stranger down here.

 

The breeze builds toward the afternoon,

channeled up the narrow canyon.

It’s cool among the willows.

 

A dove bathes in the shallow stream.

A hummingbird hovers for an instant

- just checking you out.

 

Time passes slowly down here but

centuries could skip by unobserved;

quietly slipping over the edge.

 

 Enchanted, More or Less – 2017

https://malpaisweb.wordpress.com/

 

 

Comments 6

 
Rosy Cole on Saturday, 02 December 2017 00:05

A glimpse of the timeless, the outside echoing deep in the psyche. How inspiring to be in part of such a landscape, in touch with an enlarged perspective. The images remind me of the paintings of Thomas Moran. He must have experienced similar feelings.

A glimpse of the timeless, the outside echoing deep in the psyche. How inspiring to be in part of such a landscape, in touch with an enlarged perspective. The images remind me of the paintings of Thomas Moran. He must have experienced similar feelings.
Ken Hartke on Saturday, 02 December 2017 00:44

I’m glad you liked it. You often see a Moran view heading off toward the horizon.

I’m glad you liked it. You often see a Moran view heading off toward the horizon.
Stephen Evans on Wednesday, 06 December 2017 01:08

Engaging, Ken. The words descend along with the photos..

Engaging, Ken. The words descend along with the photos..
Ken Hartke on Wednesday, 06 December 2017 02:09

Thanks - glad you enjoyed it.

Thanks - glad you enjoyed it.
Sue Martin Glasco on Wednesday, 06 December 2017 23:27

Thank you for allowing me to visit where the sun is not hot and where "centuries could skip by unobserved." Beautiful.

Thank you for allowing me to visit where the sun is not hot and where "centuries could skip by unobserved." Beautiful.
Ken Hartke on Wednesday, 06 December 2017 23:51

You’re welcome anytime.

You’re welcome anytime.
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