Palisades
The closest I’ve got to the Grand Canyon
is flying over it. Or the Kentucky Palisades,
the gorgeous gorges. I drive across I-75
and peer into the river, shortcut through ages.
I get closer to it when I can and take the ferry
when I don’t need it. Drive the single lane bridge
that hums my car underneath the highway.
If I could quilt the afternoon in shadow.
The canopy of trees looks like it stretches endless.
10 thoughts on "Palisades"
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
Really like the idea of the river being a “shortcut through ages.” Nice moment you’ve captured here, a place I’d like to visit.
I met a guy who kayaks it, and though I’d probably need a pontoon, it sounds like a great time
Go to the Grand Canyon is you get the chance. Hike down and check out the Colorado. Absolutely amazing. Love the fact that you took the ferry when you didn’t have to! Great images,
Thanks, Sylvia! Everyone should take the ferry at least one time
I really enjoyed this poem! I love the line, “If I could quilt the afternoon in shadow…”
You pieced things together beautifully.
Thanks, Carrie!
Lovely image of the river as “shortcut through ages.” And yes to the ferry ride–I ride Anderson Ferry as often as I can, up here in Northern KY.
Your line “If I could quilt the afternoon in shadow” gave me shivers.
Thanks, Karen. It sounds like I need to try Anderson Ferry next time I’m in NKY!
Truly lovely:
Wow:
the river, shortcut through ages.
If I could quilt the afternoon in shadow.
Thank you so much, Pam, for your generous reading