"A Moment of It"
In the
rigid rock lines
of these enormous boulders
that are vertically splitting
the sandy layered oranges
of history
that stretch down toward
the world
from a heavenly blue sky
holds the endless elegant worth
of what these rocks really mean.
Hues of desert blues and pulpy purples
paint a backdrop of earth
growing
and aging
inside a time
we will never be able to experience.
Just the faintest hints of their essence of their scale
will be felt
and only as a moment frozen
to time;
For we are not among
these beings
but only here to witness them
in all their grandeur.
These rocks have eroded and changed
far more and beyond anything
we could ever parallel,
Stoney beings existing
among another river of time,
dancing and lingering
with one another,
Experiencing
the seconds of eons
flow past them
as they continue to exist
and things seize to be,
They stay in place
as we flicker out of existence
and they continue to play
defiant to time,
They break the sky and create
in the cracks
the scenery of centuries
only for us to ever only see
just a moment of it.
-Armando Torres
