Canyon Shore

These layered curls of crusted skin
crawled from under the crested sea

to climb closer to the sun,
under winding clouds forever spun

by the fierce grace of gravity
that holds us in these rocky folds

below their crumbling scales,
as wearing waves swell and spin

grinding ancient stone to sand
at the end of this valley of furrowed veils.

 

Jim Gronvold
(from Pith & Piffle)