Saturday, April 30, 2011
leaving me to contemplate how deep the narrow crossing.
Angry river, holes sucking in, walls racing by
Still, footsteps in mud of cattle and people go in the water and come out the other side.
They are wet despite it being two days since the last rain.
I look up and down the road and see no one coming from either direction.
The morning sun doing nothing more then drive a chill wind.
There is I see a faint pathway that follows the river bank
its paltry impression tells me there is not much to merit a turn either up river or down
Could there possibly be anything for me there?
Far distant their snow-covered peaks catch light or hold dark.
All the turnings I had made away I could not shake them