Before The Maze
1996
The sky is so wide I can see past any storm.
I have such desire for union, but I am alone here.
It is called The Neck, a narrow ridge dividing two vast families of canyons.
When we met, I was not paying enough attention.
Red, rough-hewn temples, cryptogamic earth, the mysterious marriage.
There is nothing more important than commitment.
Flash flood, water crashing down the sky, down the gutters, down my neck.
I hate it that I must leave everything behind.
We are overlooking the earth falling away, away down canyon after rivulet.
When I lost the canyons, I lost my voice.
Forgive me for my trespasses into your sanctuary.
The Flint Trail, jagged, steep, where we stood at the top afraid,
before the rain washed the road away.
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