Truly Grand

Mere words are not adequate to describe The Grand Canyon.

Or the feelings flowing through me as I stood on the edge 

contemplating why it took me this long to be in a place

that I have always dreamed of seeing with my own eyes. 

If you know me, you know I love to be by the water, 

in particular, 

the sea, with waves, where every day, it is different

It is a good question. I love being near the water. 

I also loved sitting by the canyon all day long. 

Observing the subtle changes until the sun set. 

As I gazed out into the vastness, a voice nearby

in utter amazement exclaimed

It is different every day, 

Every day you notice something different

and it doesn't look the same each day.

I have uttered those exact words

many times in regards to the

beaches of Padre Island

There is water in the canyon, 

and just like J. W. Powell

I long to raft down the Colorado River

Sleep on the banks

Cook over an open flame

 enjoy the simplicity of the river 

and the complexity of the canyon.

A true dream that came true. 

It was the first trip I remember 

(apparently I was there as a child) 

to the Canyon, but not the last

I will hike 

I will ride donkeys

I will raft the river

even if only in my dreams.