The sky is cut into ribbons,
a blue and white fission
is patterned as far as I
can screw out my vision.
I cannot remember the name
of this brilliant formation"“
I'm finished with the sky-gaze
and airy variation.
I'll keep my eyesight down
on the the cold, rocky ground.
If the composition's strong
the image will last longer.
Tonight I leave Arizona,
Monday I'll drive California,
but I will not forget today:
The Grand Canyon winds down there below,
suggests the violence you have to show
to leave behind any kind of mark,
to be declared a national park.
Tonight I leave Arizona,
Monday I'll drive California,
but I will not forget today:
the Canyon is comprehensive.