This morning I was looking at a photograph of some Arizona Mesas. Many years ago I resided on the top of the Third Mesa while living on the Hopi Reservation in Arizona and fell in love with the scrapped and torn character of these red cliffs. Often, as I sat on the ridge of one mesa examining another across the valley floor I would compared them to of my own body and how in many ways I also was battered by the elements. This morning I particularly was feeling attached to these cliffs and wrote a Haiku and then some thoughts to go along with the poem and wanted to share them with you. Iím sorry I canít attach the photo it is far lovelier than my poem.
Weathered, scarred, time etched
Rising above earthly woes
Strong, bold, beautiful
Iím arrogant, for when I witness the spectacle of nature I canít help but to infuse myself into its scenery. This self-importance is not formed by rising above others it is more of a reflection of sorts. Often, while taking in earthís splendor, I ponder thoughts that erode my confidence like the howling winds that flick off grains of my own flesh then rasp it along my vulnerable walls.
When others have the occasion to look my way and learn of what formed my pock marks and overhangs what parts of me do they see? The natural self that was created whole now worn by the elements yet these very assaults are what makes me unique, possible beautiful? Or do they stand in judgment seeing only the chipped and broken bits and pieces lying at the base? Both views are accurate.
Balanced (My goal)
There is symmetry