Antelope Canyon

Another Poetry Thursday idea: Take a snapshot of poetry.

I couldn't figure out exactly what that meant, so I decided to write a poem inspired by a photograph. (Although it's a bit of a disservice to call this photo a "snapshot".)




Here in the heart of the earth
Here where the rocks are colored black and fire
Here where the dry air pulls at your skin
Here on the untrodden velvet sand—
water is only a memory shaped in stone
buried deep in the ground
whispered in a breath of cool air.
But memories are alive. Listen. Listen for thunder
and watch the walls above your head
turn to water.