For her poem, Iman told me about hiking in the grand canyon with blistery feet with a friend and wanted me to use the word “bear.”

For: Iman

years ring hollow to the sandstone standing still  
the length of our shadows measured in bittersweet
laughter, we howl like the moon once belonged to us
still pining after champagne soaked goodbyes,
clutching the clock hand tight, hiking in the canyon
where medicine comes as an echo
old enough to know how to ruin ourselves
and still perfecting, voice reverberating off these cavernous walls
because the water that once coursed through here like an artery
is dry now, missed this reflecting pool by more than seconds 
we are far from nature’s perfect mirror,
but I will bear your image for you 

From: Maya