Where's the Majesty?
When I was 9 years old
my family and I visited the Grand Canyon.
People fluttered in
and gawked with gaping mouths
and popping eyes
at this miracle.
I stood at the railing,
looked over the edge
looked across it
looked at the crowds' atonishment.
For the life of me,
I could not understand it.
I could not help but wonder
what made it so special.
These people only seemed
to believe it's so stupendous
because
they've always been told so.
Where's the majesty,
I thought to myself.
This event, to me, only serves as proof
of man's
disconnect
from nature.
I was a genius
when I was a child.
Copyright © Alex Bruinekool | Year Posted 2010
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