I’m sitting in a valley in the sun,
indulging heels that brought me to this place
where folks are few and media are none,
and all around the planet shows its face
to me, with patterned walls of rock and snow
and evergreens that arrow to the sky.
The snowmelt feeds the creeks to overflow
and feeds my ears with water’s rushing sigh,
while pink and purple flowers sprout from stone,
and yellow blooms with grasses from the ground.
I sit in wild beauty all alone
while somewhere else a billion lives abound.
But here the news is I arose before
the light of dawn could sweep the valley floor.