My Place of Peace

I walk the path of dirt
Along the canyon's edge.
My steps are soft,
Each with its own puff of dust.
The tang of sage and juniper
Hangs in the air.
I take my perch
And gaze out over the Earth.
Looking to the sky
I see the clouds have broken,
They make a patchwork of shadow
Along the canyon's floor.
The beauty of the land
Is hard earned,
Cracks and Crevices
Tell tales of lifetimes past.
A lone hawk rides the wind's torrent,
Spreading it's wings in the heat of the sun.
The river below moves me, runs through me.
The desert is in me,
As I am in it.