I’m a Zionist…
…if by Zionist you mean a person whose spent the last 5 summers at Zion National Park in Utah with my family and a gaggle of HMC Upward Boundites.
You can read about one of those early trips here and here.
In between escaping snakes, chlorine poisoning and sunburn, I dropped some jots and tittles.
While en route, I wrote Erosion.
God made man
made two lanes
slippery gut split
her insides
outsides.
Who can resist the majesty of the Zion–besides the man with his phone glued to his hand, off course?
Here is morning crumble.
red
rock
morning
crumble.
show us your butte.
Not for the nothing but writing poetry is an exercise in distillation. Can I reduce my thinking and feeling into as few words as possible while keeping open as many ways in as possible?
Stick around to find out.