The mixing of storm clouds and blue sky
Render the canyon walls a false menace

Slip through the fourteenth slot in the canyon wall
Scramble over the sixth bolder
Into a copse of evergreens

Cross the worn wooden footbridge
Turn right at the mountain berry bushes
That today are hooded in fresh snow
To a rock peninsula
Jutting into a mountain river

Here you will find impermanence
And your meaning of life