Grand Canyon by Alex Williams on Pixabay
I remember hiking along the rim of the Grand Canyon,
marveling at the colors, rich red, layers of blue,
wondering who saw this place first,
and what they thought,
whether they were hungry or lost,
or dazed by this beauty.
I still want to see everything in our world and yet,
we tend to stay in one place now, travel paths well-known
and close to home. I am thankful for every trip
we took, every day spent on the road, even trying
to speak in Spanish, when I knew maybe twenty words
and brought home a can of beans instead of peaches.
And when I learned to buy only two or three eggs at a time
from the little tienda near our temporary home
because these eggs came directly from Mrs. Gonzalez' chickens
in her back yard, and those eggs fed our neighbors.
Our world is smaller; we are older, and yet
we have photographs, journals, and memories of those days
we could take the third class bus down to Mexico City, to Merida, to
San Miguel de Allende, Uxmal, to Oaxaca, and breathe in world culture,
somehow connected to the past and the future, unforgettable.
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