Alone at Grand Canyon

and something in me, reeling, snapped abruptly
at it's beauty. In my shallow mind, it broke.
A suprise to me - a shock - a new figment, colour,
fragment, pigment, shaking pageant-object for my reality.
There - I was broken down, so now when I close my eyes
that intense suspense groaning sense of vertigo
hangs around my head. I whirl - beauty makes me scared.

And reader - this is true - that view I saw
made me think of you your naked body
glory in glory of -
i didn't know this could happen.