From the top, high above we stare out at the openness,

So far around and very far down, this hole in the world.

Such an amazing sight, from the light of the moon and stars,

When the sun comes up we will travel by mule down below.

The bottom of the world created from so many years of flowing water,

Down we go below, to another land of life within a world.

Mountains lying down, a name given so long ago, beauty below,

The bottom of the world where the wind still blows, life grows.

Keith Garrett