Comments about David Beatty
As we were we moved unseen,
thin shadows a swerve away from time,
tense yet fearless in our steady climb
away from falling. Deeper into the ravine
our minds fell thinking over falls of rock, stone
upon stone into the white canyons of noon.
We hung a drop's distance from silence, soon
to watch the slow shadow of the rock lengthen
again, the sculptured ages of water
on stone come alive in the sun's motion,
the winged glide of an eagle, quieter
than death, his shadow stretched wide upon
the uprearing solitude of sheer granite.