images of imposing granite
touching history, becoming part
with eyes above and feet deeply rooted
in rock and in my wondrous world
I sense the textures of time and witness
the transforming of boulders into dust
go to where the wind and rain
fight the elemental battles
go to where nature’s patience fills
desert washes with coarse sand
go to where you may embrace
your deepest, inner god
then touch yourself, with a smile
and feel the purple sunset shadows
as you are there, where granite crumbles
beneath the fingertips of time
Desert paradise
Creative and thoughtful as always