Day 44: Roden Crater
UPDATE!
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Carrying a drum up a tunnel to the sunset, nothing is adequate to communicate the experience of awe except poetry.
We could have taken pictures or videos or I could write about what happened in the most precise prose, but nothing would come close.
The tunnel.
The light.
The cool air and the sound.
My whole life I’ve felt this way, but only every so often does an experience overwhelm so completely as to obliterate all other modes of communication except poetry.
Thank you, light.
Thank you, James Turrell.
Thank you, poetry bus.
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Dear Poetry Bus—you’ve taken us so many places already; thanks for that auditory tour of Roden Crater.
Hi Poets on and off the Bus,
I miss you. I look out my window and nothing is passing me by. Watch your elbows around the Picasso in Las Vegas. Win big, Poetry.
Much Love,
Liz