No matter how great most experiences are, there’s almost always some way we can figure out how it could have been improved if we had it to do over again, that’s all I’m saying…
I’m not saying I didn’t enjoy
streaming up the side of the huge dome of red granite,
joining the antlike stream of humans in hiking clothes,
like some work party intent on plundering a giant sugar bowl.
I’m not saying that reaching the 425-foot summit
with its tinajas holding rainwater
and supporting little colonies of algae and green plants
amid the red, rugged granite
wasn’t worth the climb,
that the view wasn’t at least somewhat enchanting itself.
What I am saying is that if I had it to do over again,
I would have lingered longer
as I made the morning leg of my daytrip,
taken a few minutes to pull over to the roadside
to admire the furrowed fields of red and pink clouds
covering all but the sharply contrasting edges of brilliant blue sky background
of one of the most beautiful sunrises I’ve seen.
And I would have lingered at the side of the highway
as I crested the little rise when you enter the valley
that holds Enchanted Rock
and her smaller granite dome sisters
to admire a view more engaging
than that offered by the summit of the great rock.
That’s all I’m saying…