. . . and the waters were to them as a wall
from their right and from their left.
I like to visit places that have the biggest things.
If a city has a wall, or a tower, or a building with
an observation deck, if I can go up a funicular
or there’s a trip to a mountain available where
I can see things, previously only available in
the eyes of birds, then count me in.
A natural wonder, a person-made spectacle –
I get giddy looking at pictures of the Earth
from outer space, not to mention the infinity
of the other direction.
Have you been to Chicago, New York City,
Paris, the belfry in Brugges? They change
the names of the buildings sometimes,
but the views are the same – a seeming
forever in your eyes. It’s magic. It’s the Divine
possibility of the work of hands.
It’s two walls of water making
an impossible path possible.
They had seen it all by then –
Blood, frogs, death, maybe giraffes.
But this moment, our biggest moment
(we hadn’t seen the mountain yet)
when nature was upended to
rescue us from 430 years of building
someone else’s pyramids.
This is the moment we’d be talking about
This is the moment we’d be trying to recreate
This is why we climb the tallest buildings
gaze over the edges to the limits of our vision –
To capture the smallest glimpse of these
ancient walls of water, that took us away
from the narrow place.