The Rockies

The rocks bleed red and rust,

My lungs inhale Mountains’ dust.

.

I can longer revolve

Around the idea of

A cosmos uninvolved-

If this is the undoing

Of the universe, this

Universe is caring.

In these slabs of toppled monoliths

I see the very fingerprints

Of God, Himself.

.

My eyes have engulfed a scenery

Too lovely

To no longer fight against a

Society

Determined to be

A pleasant mistake-

I have A Creator and what

A Magnanimous

World He makes!