While hiking the Canyon
By the Colorado
I spotted a cliff house
A home for someone.
It took hard climbing
To reach that gaping door
Which I found so small
I‘d be on all four.
I ducked low to enter
Through the small way
Where I could rest ‘til
The following day.
Between these steep walls
Sunshine so seldom cast
I had to eat quickly
‘Cuz night’s coming fast.
I hunched in the doorway
To watch the Colorado
As they might have too
In evening afterglow
In the gloom of after light
I lay on the floor
And through the window
Heard the Colorado roar.
In the caves darkness
I felt I weren’t alone
As the wind freshened
There came a ghostly moan.
Gentle sounds, they were
Reflections so dim
I knew them to be
Shadows from the rim.