The then small, insignificant step

toward the giant leap in understanding man.

That was the path she beckoned.

It curved away from the light

and fear began to well up inside.

Depression crippled. Anxiety followed.

Still she danced through the bramble,

not absent of pain, but carried by will.

She recognized the same dilemmas

that coursed through her mind in earlier days.

What had soothed her and had eluded him?

Colorado River at the Grand Canyon


How do you test what moves

and cannot be seen?

Was he blinded to the truth?

Photography Poetry

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