Grand Canyon

The hoarse, unworthy prayer
echoes in the empty canyons
cut by the persistent rivers.


Paths Made Straight

The alps of airport security––
     slow steps like summitting Everest,
     dragging gear as our own sherpas––
I’ve seen laid low.

The valleys of expense––
     fees, costs, contracts,
     numbers involving commas instead of periods––
I’ve seen lifted up.

I’ve seen crooked roads––
     that normally take days or weeks
     to wind through––
straighten like an interstate.

All to bring you home.


November 2019 Poem-a-Day Challenge #21