Dumb with wonder
at every turn in the road:
there is significance
in endless wandering.
Who has seen mountains,
gazed into canyons,
peered across plains,
and seen the same?
It's never the same,
yet seems so.
Shared impressions
that cannot stand
lengthy discussions.
The Grand Canyon,
painted magnificence
in different colors:
red in the setting sun,
dark at night,
shaded by the time of day,
season, and density of air.
Painted by imaginations
made real by
impossible distances
and riotous color.
Still struck dumb,
there is significance
in magnificent views,
in riotous colors,
in sun and shade,
in wandering minds
on endless roads
seeking the way home.
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