Eight thousand feet and dropping down, falling ever deeper
The surface world, a distant view; the storied world, ever closer
Eight thousand feet and dropping down, tumbling ever deeper
You catch a glimpse of petroglyphs, seven thousand years or older
Eight thousand feet and dropping down, looking ever deeper
Inside the heart's pulsing beat, and canyon walls, collapse
Eight thousand feet and dropping down, listen ever deeper
Find your feet on solid ground, gaze back up in wonder
Eight thousand feet and dropping down, the poet digging deeper
— inspired by #nwp Write Across America via Idaho Writing Project (Hell's Canyon)