Pause For Poetry:
Michael Hawkes /49
Cayoosh Creek
A poem by Michael Hawkes
September 1, 2022
I once communed with Cayoosh Creek
And do so now here as I speak,
With how it rumbled as it tumbled
And sang anthems as it ran
Between the placid lake it feeds
And the peaks where it began.
I let my thoughts flow with it,
They also ran and ran
And obliged me to admit
That I’m a melancholy man
For my lake I fear is shallow
And the peaks I merely scan.
The lake provides respite
From its rush towards the sea,
But the heights from me are hidden
By a cloak of mystery
As profound as why this mountain stream
Has claimed a part of me.
Though not long by any means
It runs a lively span
To a pool among the evergreens
Along a course carved by its force
Without the aid of man.
I surveyed its burly shoulders
Bruising both its flanks
Leaping logs and boulders
Crying out in thanks
For the freedom of its motion
In the confines of its banks.
I ran my course along this river,
It took a hold of me,
I glimpsed the peaks whereof it speaks
And I told it of the sea.
It seemed to glisten as it ran
I saw a glimmer of response,
A glitter of delight in this time of running free.
Its driving force may wax and wane
Depending on the snow and rain;
Who knows if it will flow next year
Or sing the same refrain?
13/6/22 – Hawkes
Feature image: Cayoosh Creek, by Strontium87, CC BY 3.0, via Wikimedia Commons
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