By Irene Hamilton
What a vantage point!
What a view!
Sitting on the hill near a Chacoan Great House remnant,
I see the whole valley.
I am perched on old river rocks, rounded smooth, numerous and colorful!
Where did that rosey quartz originate?
I am in no hurry, at all,
Waiting as I watch the traffic come and go through Bluff, Utah.
A warm northwesterly breeze deflects off the sandstone cliffs and I relish respite.
The bluffs across the river shield residual patches of snow,
the valley awaits spring.
— More poetry from Irene Hamilton.