the "now" of water

water’s magic

we sit in silence by the creek,

each of us wrapped-up in our own journeys,

I see myself as a boy playing 

with sand and dams and dropping water,

I see myself as a father

working to make the creek kid friendly,

I see my children and now grandchildren

caught up in water’s magic,

I see my son find a hatchet in the pool

that was used to work shingles by pioneers,

and yet, despite the history,

it’s the glorious “now”

that once again mesmerizes and traps us in its spell.

by Henry H. Walker

May 21, ‘15