Dropped in to see the Grand Canyon

(This is a true story, told by request.)

On a long trip with my parents
Halfway through my thirteenth year
We stopped our rental car to see
How water made the Earth disappear

I ran on ahead hoping to see
That thousand foot drop explained to me
I leaned over the wall, here and there,
Looking for just the right spot
Where there was nothing below the wall
But down, then I found it,

Standing on tippy toes,
Marveling at the long way down
My allergies kicked in without warning
A violent sneeze, and my feet slipped,
Then over the wall I tipped

Just a foot or two down, a hand
Grabbed my shirt and stopped my fall
The hand was of a man over six feet tall
I thanked the man, in his long black coat
Then ran to my entering parents
And told them what happened

After hearing how he saved my life,
They said, “who?” With a confused stare
I gestured and said, “That man over there.”
And turned to see no one,
After saying he might have left,
My parents explained

The only way out is the way we came
And we did not pass anyone,
So it seems I was saved
By a man that wasn’t there.

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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