Monday, 16 May 2011

Wild Imaginations (For Koch Creek)

As solid as rock is, even it gets reshaped by the river's liquid hand. Lead me there, over the deadfalls, around boulders, walking barefoot like human animals on billowing cushions of moss. To heighten my other senses I'll be blindfolded, and I'll have to trust your hand as my ears are too filled with the sound of melting snow gushing down the canyon to safely guide me. When my vision is finally released to see, you will be there, standing in that yellow light–your eyes green like water polished lichen–and behind you the waterfall, debouching freely, its flow never damned or constricted by a hydro-electric pipe, used to power nothing more than our wild imaginations.