Falls – v2

Back out into the wet woods

Walking and hiking, going,

But always looking, watching,

Searching for that one moment

when the beauty of creation

finds a ready observer in me

Do you really see when

You are out there?

Peer through the underbrush,

the straight lines

for the curve of the slipper

caught in midair above its stem,

lost in the green.

Pink and white

amid the pine, birch,

maple and oak, the fir.

Climb the trail

up the granite, steps,

stop to gather mica

to see the pattern of the lichen

watch the mud

see the deer tracks

and crushed princess pine,

framed by a patch checkerberries.

Rush of the falls

curtain down the cliff

falling water, alive,

Real reward in those moments

For my quickened pulse

and sweat-wet brow.

Descend again,

but not too fast.

Don’t want to miss

The second act

of the drama.

The actors deserve no less;

My best to the Director

the Painter at the Canvas,

the Potter at the Wheel.

edited June 29, 2014

Falls – v2

8/7/04 19:04

Falls

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