The Dry Land

A soft comfort on a cold bus
and Arizona passes me by.
The fake desert of cow-grass and brown
misleads from the sky.
Abandoned hills give home
to the sunset of sweet orange
and an indescribable glow
to which I am now so much closer.
The canyon in its grandeur
truly is a mystic;
an overwhelming beast
not tangible, touchable,
but there just the same.
And Sedona with her red Earth,
pushed upward toward the sky
shows in all her glory
how Mother Nature is kind