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.
