Thursday, April 9, 2015

At the Waterfall - free verse #NationalPoetryMonth

Fascinating trail moss!
Once upon a time, not so long ago, my husband and I lived with two tiny people. We routinely took these tiny people on hikes throughout the Columbia Gorge. Once, we went to Multnomah Falls on a very crowded day. I noticed that the tiny people paid no attention to the crowds. Also, they seemed just as interested, if not more so, in tiny things along the trail as in the big person-sized waterfall.

At the Waterfall

Weave through the parking lot
Follow the signs
Buy postcards of the tallest, most magnificent waterfall in the park!
Ask strangers to take pictures
Scurry down the paved path towards the gift shop
Smash a souvenir penny for only 50 cents
Eat a soft serve and hop back in the car.
Check it off the list of “to do’s”.

One kid stops the smooth flow of people.
Tourists bump into each other in line as
The kid ripples through them and darts under a guard rail-
Breaks away while his dad wipes mist off the camera lens.
This kid squats and stares at a trickle
A small spurt of water
A meager rivulet
Barely perceptible.
Not even a sideshow to the main stage; no billing accorded it.

This kid chucks a rock in that trickle
Gets splashed
Hops in, up to both ankles
And, grinning, joins the stream of thin water
As if that, too, is worth doing.
Sometimes, what lies behind the falls is more intriguing.

Chucks a rock in that trickle

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