From the journal Number One, Gallitan, Tennessee and republished in my chapbook, Healing and Conflict
Like a love poem that fills the heart to overflowing
rain covered the mountain just after the New Year.
Murmuring rivulets covered once dry leaves,
intersected paths and muddied trails,
muddied shoes and trouser legs.
I plunged through fecund mud and leaves,
became a mud man devoted to sylvan gods.
Glen Falls became a roaring torrent,
deceived my ears.
Thinking it close, I forged ahead.
The cascade below the falls
became a booming choir.
Bases and contraltos reverberated
from hickory and oak.
I bowed before the splendor,
prepared to endure cold days ahead,
anticipated Equinox rebirth.