Eight Days In Seven Minutes

The days aren't
discarded or collected,
they are bees
that burned
with sweetness
or maddened the sting:
the struggle continues,
the journeys
go and come
between honey and pain.
No, the net of years
doesn't unweave:
there is no net.
They don't fall
drop by drop
from a river:
there is no river.
Sleep doesn't divide
life into halves,
or action, or silence, or honor:
life is like a stone, a single motion,
a lonesome bonfire reflected on the leaves,
an arrow, only one, slow or swift, a metal
that climbs or descends burning in your bones.
--Pablo Neruda
Still Another Day

Apollo Temple with Unkar Rapid
Cape Final with Unkar Rapid
Grand Canyon Time-Lapse River Trip
(eight days in seven minutes)
above Hance Rapid
Horseshoe Mesa and beyond