Grand Canyon Lands

I'm in a wild neglected niche, Mojave joins the sublime ditch. Out from Lake Meade where deserts burn As heat surrounds a cooking urn. These fiery winds may take their toll Infernos' depths; devil's punch bowl. Bright ochre sands like burnished chrome Reflects the sun, earth's nascent home. Grand Canyon's wild. So am I. Wild donkeys thrive with coyotes nigh. Cactus water, at least, is clean When hunger gnaws, there's mesquite beans. Let coyotes howl. Old owls can hoot Snakes can't pierce my heavy boots. I had to come. There was no choice The greed, the bias, the deafening noise. Moon and stars and desert air May heal my soul. It is my prayer. Skoal to the west with spaces wide Where souls can hope, dream, and decide.