The Sound of Water
It’s steelhead season
The sun floats in a white mist.
I am very happy to
walk along the river
where life breathes through the blue-
green ripples and I find comfort
in a pair of ducks
breaking into the flight upriver shining
in morning light.
I stand at the bank and close my eyes
and savor the out rush of quietness.
I want to get lost in a world I never
lived in. Be happy sitting at a bank
fishing all day , or carving something
beautiful out of wood, or paddle a raft
to a salvation of solitude. To be drawn
to nature, to be remote, and to want nothing more
than to hear the sound of water flowing, I can’t
tell you how happy that makes me.
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