Don Miller

Eighty Minutes to the Base

it's an upward trudge through a sand-filled arroyo to the base, then the greeting – two red-tailed hawks soaring, calling to each other, "kee-eeeee-arr"

the homeward trek is a light, quick-step along the spine of a wind-smoothed, red-stone ridge

drifting on a thermal
the rise and fall
of the landscape