Tuba and the Three Sisters

Nothing quite like escaping to the desert
to the eastern end of the land;

away from the maddening crowd

of senseless politics and

men and malevolence.

Away to the east, southward bound
on a journey of fastened pace
we found the ruins of Tuba;

forty five minutes from the
toxic waste place.

We ambled among the ruins of the
Ummayad's remarkable quest;

that left us the gift of a castle

and a past of unequaled grace.

From there we descended deeper

to a place of singular beauty;

for the hills of the Three Sisters beckoned

with alluring promise

of a shark tooth fossil find

and a walk along the wild side

of an ancient sea land.

And as we sat in awe

at nature's creativity,

from traces of a lava flow to

a flower in glorious bloom;

I rested my soul in silence

all consuming,

and

wanting.

J