Grand Canyon
Travelling along the time-carved corridor of life
I filled the brimming bucket with buds of wishes,
some withered, didn’t descry the dawn of the day,
some bloomed, pleased me with beguiling flowers.
One such fulfilled wishes was the journey I made
to the Grand Canyon, incised deep in ancient rocks,
exposing the geological record of two billion years,
I was keen to see for so many years as a geologist.
Looking down the hanging skywalk at the Eagle Point
I saw the calm Colorado river meander in gentle course,
belying its strong erosive power of incision of the past
that made the channel chisel the canyon in the valley.
As the sun began to set beyond the barren plateau,
its last rays draped the curved contours with crimson hue.
The grand spectacle of surreal grandeur unveiled to me
layer by layer the imprint of eons on the petrified history.
December 4, 2020
Contest : What Have You Kicked Off On Your Bucket List
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2020
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