Weathered Sandstone

Yosemite’s marvels glaciers from the last Ice Age sculpted Half Dome and El Capitan alas, though I worship the almighty Hand, I am but sand compressed by elements solidified by desert sun pounded by wind made porous by rain withstanding, I remain sandstone vessel capturing microscopic organisms purifier for aquifers tan, brown and red camouflaged in Zion Park filter for nature’s emotions heat’s scourge grows water’s passion flows sandstorm wind blows yet I am not enraged only engraved uninfected, merely reflective poetic words pouring from my cracks aged by time refined by nature’s whims from dust I came and dusty fate awaits aging poet weathered sandstone