Sparkling waters speaking, a language their own
Bursting bubbles everywhere
Hearing sounds, not understanding words
Intertwining in meaning
Deepening redwoods, mossying alders
Graying jay, downying woodpecker
Spawning salmon, flowing water
Elk River, a winter day.
Autumnal river flows
Slow and shallow, breathing
Golden light radiates.
Alder, willow, maple and cottonwood
Emerge out of its banks, skyward
Roots dipping downward, drinking.
We dip our tender feet in
Tentatively, tantalizingly, invigoratingly
Cold long known to salmon and steelhead.
Solar warmth radiates everywhere
From rock, tree and sky
Soon overtaken by cool, upriver wind.
Beginningless wind, always flowing
Deep in the Pacific a storm forming
Does the river know?
Nourishing rains carried on the wind
Dark storm clouds form and reform
Bringing salmon in their embrace.
We walk the riverbank, warm and cool
Lost in reverie, autumn river reverie.
Soft scratching way up
High in the canopy breeze
Ah, now I feel it!
Green needles dancing
On the wind, woodpecker call
Looking up, needles fall.
A lone needle falls
Dark red giants stand still.
To be alive
So totally alive
That I seem poised
To burst at the seams
Sending forth sparkling light
In all directions, above below and within
Merging with the stars and our great mother, earth
Becoming one with the dirt and debris until I smell like mud
Like mushrooms, bursting forth with the earth, of the earth, in darkness
Uncurling slowly and completely, animated and alive, returning to my true nature.
Seamless once again.