By CB Bryan
San Rafael Swell
August 27, 2015
Swollen swelling / years of history separated by long expanses of what was once shallow sea floor.
I imagine floating from point to point, settled between Window Blind Peak and Assembly Hall Peak to the ridge just North. I often think of drowning, a sudden flood of water appearing and filling the area hundreds of feet above our heads.
I feel small still, breathless at the foot of these large formations. How do we fit in among these dry and dusty plants? How do our bodies nestle on the ground or between two rocks? It seems that we are all just keeping afloat – desirous of good views and high ground.
“Get so you don’t have to think about what you’re doing because you know what you’re doing” (from Gary Snyder’s Earth House Hold)