A chunk of matter roaming through the void,
without regard for altitude's declines,
was drawn away from orbits once enjoyed
and hurtled to the atmosphere's confines.
The smoldering began with glowing red,
the heat and temper separated flakes
of rock and rubble in a molten thread,
that followed on the path of nature's brakes.
The size of shrunken mass was mighty still,
though humans would not be in numbers yet,
its striking mountain range in winter's chill
incised a cliffside bowl without regret.
When first exploring canyon's rugged face
man stared in awe and praised this hallowed place.
Jack has published over 350 poems in his career, many accompanied by his own photography. He specializes in a view of the commonplace and Americana.