By Paul Ross
Muley Point, Bear Ears National Monument, UT
October 3, 2017
I walked 20 miles that day
A handful of those miles went along
The crest of a thin geologic wave,
Rising from riverbottom to the south,
Leveling beneath my feet,
And soaring one thousand feet to the north.
The whole deal is gliding northward at a rate of about one house sized block per thousand years
If I could walk slowly enough,
You might call me surfer.
I tried to inhabit a moment of that crest by climbing through a crack
One I could not quite fit in.
Exhaling to slide along
Inhaling to press the rock
As the freezing and thawing of water does each year.