Spacious Mind

By Ann Weiler Walka

On the Painted Desert, Earth sends her genius, water,

to tinker with clay and gravity. Curious, they concoct

labyrinths, embroider hills and ditches, recording

the experiment–violet mud puckered like brains–

 

as topography. Earth invented you too, shaped

you to a Cenezoic terrain, one green-ruffled and

lush with dung and beetles (a hundred-thousand

species), spangled with lizard scales, birds’

 

beady eyes, with seeds and rain. Tell me

this sunlit sphere, spinning, orbiting,

trailing rain and the gleaming winds,

isn’t the Mind that imagines us all.

–Ann Weiler Walka