Sometimes I am certain of a place,
of another time,
cliff jumping,
or at a moment that lapsed
beyond what I'd considered real.
It's not absolute,
but always red.
It's tranquil stillness
is visceral.
I've touched this place.
While ascending this sandstone
a la Moab,
Horseshoe-esque,
but not quite,
I am almost certainly out west.
I have known this place.
I know I am going to jump,
intent upon it,
for there is water below,
and walk this gentle slope,
up & to the right,
to a point in a bend
of my choosing.
When I pause,
look outward and left,
there is no indication of life.
This is the snapshot.
Just myself,
& only stillness,
excitedly, intently
deciding...
This hill has no nature,
of any kind,
other than red rock,
maybe a bush
off the view.
Below,
the calm water,
is so blue,
it is almost black.
This dark,
serene,
bluish black.
There is no wind.
Wind is my favorite.
I reach the height,
step close,
& peer the edge.
Still it is calm,
& the water,
is life-like.
I don't know though.
Below it, is
unseen, from above it.
I calmly breathe,
and look outward.
I can see blue sky.
It is nothing,
like the water.
I glance backward,
toward my walk space.
As I step out,
in this time,
especially,
it is longer, but,
not a sound -
As calm has no sound.
The water rushes toward me,
still as glass,
...when I hit,
I am beneath,
but never for long.
The mystery calms me,
more than the rest,
of this place.
I've been here,
more than once.
To the surface,
a blast of energy,
I scale the rock,
to continue on.
I manage.
Sometimes I reach the top,
sometimes a friend or two
are there,
but not usually.
In my senses,
I have been here before,
I know I have.
I do not have a picture of this place,
I would have to search very long,
and very hard,
to find it,
& make sure
that it is just right.
I doubt I ever will.
However,
it is unclear to say,
whether I will visit this place again.
I think it's waters,
will bring me closer,
to understanding the nature,
of this place.
Sometimes places 71
