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Canyon Falls is not about a place in nature, but the image of two distinct metaphors explored in this volume of 60 poems. It is about the moment we know we are about to fall in love, when the breath stops, but the heart races. The future appears beautiful, like the view from a canyon’s rim. Sometimes we peek over the precipice and step back. Sometimes we jump in feet first anyway seeking that powerful energy of love flowing like a waterfall at the canyon’s heart.
There is risk in trusting that incomprehensible leap from the canyon edge will result in something good. There is that immersive experience in the midst of pure love energy. There is reflection after the fact. And finally, there is forgetting about the hundred-foot fall the next time we leap into the arms of love.
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Canyon Memories
The old saw is to look before you leap
Sometimes you peek over the precipice
and step back
then someone takes you by the hand
and you jump in feet first anyway
Sometimes you break your bones
Sometimes you break your heart
Sometimes you catch an updraft
and gently fall through a shower of rose petals
In any case, time passes
Your mind revises the experience
And sooner or later you find yourself on the rim
looking over a beautiful vista
You feel someone’s soft fingers interlace yours
and as your feet leave the ledge
sharp stones forgotten,
you’re hoping for more rose petals.
The Other Side of Night
The other side of night
where blackness remains,
but just ahead, dark is making
preparations to flee.
Spent is the earlier side of night,
when two tumbled into bed
wide awake in wanting
kissing like sleep wasn’t coming.
Now it is the other side of night,
where sweet dreaming
blossoms into reawakening
and dream like bliss making.
The side of night
far enough from morning
that love is all the warmth you need
and the room is filled
with soft after passion breathing
and whispered oblations to each other.
