Mind Retreat – Three

By Andrew R. Duckworth

Occasionally, I imagine myself
Gazing over orange rock
In a desert out west.
Not a wilderness.
Those two are different concepts,
Although I understand the conflation.
Where was the wilderness
In ancient days?
This desert is vast,
Horizon to horizon,
Under clearest skies of blue
With arches and canyons underneath.

And my thoughts project and echo
Over the canyon, through the arches.

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