Joy, Shipmates, Joy

Night and day
the river flows.
If time is
the mind of space,
the Colorado
is the soul
of the desert.
Brave boatmen come,
they go, they die,
the voyage
flows on forever.
We are all
canyoneers.
We are all
passengers
on this little
living mossy ship,
this delicate dory
sailing round the sun
that humans call
the earth.
Joy, shipmates, joy.

--Edward Abbey