Found this that Ed wrote :-)

Upon Entering the Great Basin
--- Ed Miller, July 2005


I look towards the mountains, and ranges beside:
across the tall threshold, and the weighty divide.
Towards the land where the orb stumbles and wakes;
all for myself and for memory's sake.

Towards the pole star, through sagebrush and dust,
I ponder the east, yet westward I trust.
For I am returned to the dry under the sea,
where ancient Bonneville once rest on her knee,
and worried about the loss of her waves,
now all that remains are fossils and caves.
Bleak, empy, nowhere, with no one to fault:
Glory now turned to barrens of salt.

From two expanses of briny, blue sea:
I walk in an ocean that has ceased to be.