By Gregory Hobbs
Toss a pebble in a pool,
random concentric circles migrate
from the source of all encompassing.
From these beginnings these circles
have no endings, travelling through
space and time on a raft passing through
prehistoric sand dunes, hung with spider
webs, swallow nests, and Moki steps.
Two seeds fall into a niche
and two ponderosa grow side by side,
who or when or why or how are paired
in the where of the CanyonLands.
Heart and source,
soul and reason,