BS – Southern Utah Sunrise
Wrapped in my sleeping bag
I watched the sun rise over the valley
Curious if any scorpions might lay by my feet
Unseen
The redrock walls cast in an angelic glow
The silence of the desert surrounding me
The sand between my toes
It is easy to find religion in moments like this
In the growth of the morning the reality of heaven
would reveal itself
First in the songs of birds
Then the scent of bacon frying over an open fire
the taste of cold Mexican beer
the laughter of friends
And the coolness of the Colorado waters
enveloping my sand stained body on the way to the sea
Or so I like to believe
This is the wilderness
Things are as they should be
open, free
and full of joy
Why should the rest of the world be any different?
In the isolation of the sandstone it is easy to hold
on to such ideas
BS
February-March 2002 Earth First!