Poem

[batyachanna]

This weekend I stopped at Natural Bridge State Park with my parents on the way to the Clark Art Institute.  I took a bunch of pictures, which are on facebook now.  The place really inspired me.  So much so that I felt compelled to write a poem... wierd, right?  Shoshana has already helped me with it quite a bit, but I think it needs more work.  The biggest challenge is that I am working with two forces.  One has intention, one does not.  In the poem I ascribed both intention and gender to both forces, but I think that that undermines the nature aspect, somewhat, as it becomes less pure.  I don't know.  I want to make it good.  Please comment.

The Natural Bridge

Standing at the precipice of the canyon I witness God flick in and out of being.

Out he crashes with the water, as her eddies patiently whittle away the rock.

Time and more time have watched her sculpt potholes and reveal

the geological formation which now provides me vantage.

God rushes back in through my gaze, which necessarily remembers him in this sanctuary.

He blessed me with a divinity that lets me see this place as the masterwork it is.

A great battle for esteem rages in the the valley of carved marble.

God and nature each solicit credit for my surroundings.
I happily award it to both.

I also strongly encourage you to look at pictures of the place, which can be found here.