Canyon Dancers Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Deep in the canyon with the grace of your souls
carrying your memory inside me

Visiting places where we spent time before
seeing each one of your faces

Hearing your voices whispering inside
reminding of what we knew then

Sealing a vision all time has denied
old beginnings freed from the end

Deep in the canyon, the cliffs high above
the echoes like condors they climb

The river runs wild as it carries our dream
like a mother in birth of a child

The wind calls out once, then calls out again
its question defying an answer

As our souls reunite in the vastness below
—the story of five canyon dancers

(Havasupai Indian Village: January,2019)