[AZHikr4444]

Here's an experience I haven't forgotten...


Freedom stands on the slick rock
In the red dust blue morning
And leaves no footprints

But stretches yoga-style
The asleep-in-the-dew-rice-cake-morning position
Pointing at God with a skyward finger
Left foot against right leg
Armpit hair waving like burnt grass

In a wind that kicks a plastic Sparklett bottle
Panicking along the rock
Over the edge
Into the clear green pools, surface
Now tarnished, a torn virgin.

There are mock layers of anguish
And exclamations of tarnished values
And heroic plans for water-bottle rescue
And the salvation of the planet.

But there is a canyon ahead
Broken by a mirrored stream and unbroken promise
And stones which beckon

And Freedom stretches
The green-snake-collared lizard-gila monster position
The bra-less-vegetarian-flowing-hair-natural-smile position
Packs up in an effortless flourish
And is gone.

[Al_HikesAZ]

In response to AZHikr4444's reply:
Namaste. Is kwakwhá. Ahéhee'.
You took the words right out of my mouth.

Except it was a Dasani bottle. And I missed the bra-less vegetarian.