My Love, You
Are Like Glen Canyon
You
are all that is wet.
All
that is slickrock.
Arches,
towers, palisade.
All
that is kindness.
All that 10 million years
Of
erosion have cut into
Plateaus, laccolithic domes.
All
that touches badlands.
Ancestral paradox formations.
All the orange globe mallow.
White moon in the western sky.
All
that catches stardust.
You
are the salt valley.
All
that’s Navajo sandstone.
That’s
like Glen Canyon—
“The
place no one knew.”
23
September 1998
[Published in The Dance Of Yellow Lightning Over The
Ridge:
Poems 1993-1997. © 1998 by Jim Cohn.]
APPEARS IN
The Dance Of Yellow Lightning Over The Ridge: Poems 1993-1997
(Writers & Books Publications, 1998)