Large sandstones form a platform for the viewers.
Pinyon and juniper—the curtains.
A sharp ridge—the stage.
The variegated canyon wall
and pale blue sky as the painted backdrop.
I couldn’t say it was beautiful,
not like mountains on an autumn evening.
Nor could I say it was my favorite place,
not like a shady creek and a rustic bridge.
It wasn’t somewhere I’d return often
to while away my time.
It was more of a spectaclevalued for its sheer size
and audacity,like a giant space alien had take a bite out of the earth
and we had just come to stare at the teeth marks.