Bout

Outside, trunks of trees

dot the ground like handfuls

of ripped hair, roots still stuck

in sidewalk cement.

There was rain tonight

and bouts of light pulsed

the sky, skimming misshapen

limbs and empty lots.

All I want is to walk

the damage and memorize

the places where trees

once stood, their silhouettes

pressed into the dark sky.

Skywalk wasn't enough.

Here's my 13,000 ft. dive back down to earth. AWESOME.

Skywalk

Last Thursday Rick and I rented a car (a red Mustang convertible was all they had) and drove to Hoover Dam and the West Rim of the Grand Canyon from Vegas. Pictured above is the Skywalk, which is a mere 4,000 ft. above the Colorado River below. They don't let you take any personal belongings with you - not even cameras - and you are also required to wear shoe covers so as not to damage or smudge the glass floor. I admit I was a little nervous, but my oh my what a view. You can see for miles and miles and there is nothing quite like standing above and in and around something so magnificent. Talk about feeling small, folks.