FINDING WATER

 

We soft shoed through moss covered paths,

hearing the roar of water somewhere

needing to find it,

see it, know we weren’t just

hearing things in the middle

of an ancient forest.

 

It was a wonderful find,

clear cold water whipped to a froth

on boulders as big as a car.

 

The roar filled the whole woods,

scented the air with freshness,

rehydrating all that had

dried off in the sun.

 

Fresh moving water

is such a treasure

to come upon.