Mesas
We are so beautiful, inside and out And I love that about us and all the fun we have. Today we’re flying. We’re good at that, Pros, really. We’ve got our snack mixes and apple juice and Chardonnay that the attendant didn’t side eye me about Because she gets it. We look out the window at miles and miles of mesas Flaunting their shadows even in the midday sun. She wonders what a mesa is I tell her I think it’s a mountain that the wind blew the top off But as I say it aloud, that doesn’t seem possible It sounds like a joke. I tell her we should go see the Grand Canyon next summer. She wonders what a canyon is And I say it’s the opposite of a mountain, carved by a river And that sounds even more impossible than the wind. But we love the impossible, the improbable, anything someone tells us can’t be done. Those are our favorite.
