We hike the Bright Angel Trail
down from the rim of the Grand Canyon.
The view is deep and wide
layers painted by erosion and sunset
as far as we can see.
This rim is valley exalted
and the mountains emerge from deep below
carved by the insistence of the river,
a thin line of Colorado,
the thin truth that
reversal is the very nature of things,
but there are still so many
rough places
on anything like a holy highway.
Gifts in Open Hands 