What the river says, that is what I say.
~ William Stafford
I walk down to the creek
to listen to myself think.
This self-absorption, this selfishness
is a symptom of not taking care.
I think about what the creek says,
fail to come up with anything
other than susurrus, whisper,
pool, eddy, rushing flow,
crashing falls, tumbling
fish ladders below culverts.
I realize I haven’t been listening.
It’s a small creek, much smaller
than well-known Whatcom Creek
to the north. Isn’t it a necessary,
essential voice anyway?
From today on, I resolve
to walk down to the creek,
to listen to what the creek says.
Note: with thanks to Bill Brown
for the William Stafford quote.
Andrew Shattuck McBride
NaPoWriMo 2014 ~ Day 7