Arches Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

I was in the Devil's Garden, marvelling
Sandstone fins on raised salt beds
When spires rose
Among layers of wind-blown sand
From another Age

Evaporated seas left traces
Of Anticlines or the creation of salt domes
Overcame trapped sand
In Salmon colored piles
Among the balancing rock members

Here the strong layers survived
The weaker, eroded monolith carved
And bent - the delicate arch stopping
Winds and water among the arid hardness
For countless million years

My feet, where the soft sand rests on the bed beneath
As if life among the balancing rock
My breath, lost in the callous wind
Returning along the Park Avenue
Like a timeless soul of discontinuity