Two Lenses

skipping ...leaping from rock to rock along the edge of the sea my head in the clouds my soul alight my blond hair ..a golden river flowing through the fingers of the air behind me fragile brittle careful teetering on flat cement sidewalks the distance of the cracks seems dark and cavernous....Grand Canyon like a yawing ...hungry abyss with fingered tendrils reaching for the toes of my shoes grasping at my glass ankles ravenous ...longing to trip break pull me down those rocks...those great granite boulders are mocking mountains now