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1 " Grand Canyon/West Human stories roll across theLandscape, demanding attention, voicing Their energy, responding to my questions; The land only vibrates in the wind.Or not. Rocks and lava, caught in the momentOf fall, of flow, expose fracturedInnards and cooled heat, vibrate only rarely.These human voices and the tales they tellDeflect with looks,their gestures,Their act of giving me what it can feel Myself, or at least understand. I can’tPut myself in the pinyon’s place, trembling At the edge, growing at the upper end of a Human sized bowl, the lower end a slot i peerThrough to see the river’s ribbon, its white flecked Trail through the deepest cleft of all. I can’t knowThe pinyon’s mind , though I try. "
― Mary Beath
