Just Another Valley

In heavy shadow, the weighted river digging deeper, barefoot and wading a protagonist flow draws me in-- above me sunlit peaks; and against a darkening blue sky an eagle makes triumphant patterns-- I have seen this valley before; walked the pebbled path along the bank, current-spray washing red stain from canyon walls: Some call it simply clay- an understatement for its art to captivate and utilitarian forms the potter would say perhaps God thought too much of it and man in charge of his own destiny seems wedded to a thermal mold....