Ode to Otter Creek

Your visual tune hums in my soul,

shimmering in the fading light.

You flow insistently among, over and

around the granite boulders and ridges as

gravity pulls you to your death in

the river below.

Trout come to life in you.

Caddis flies lay their eggs in you.

Roots drink their fill from you.

Rain finds her nest in you.

I absorb peace from you.

I hear you even when absent from your bank.

I keep a stone from you on my desk, an

egg smoothed and hatched from

years of rubbing and tumbling.

Held to my ear that egg hums with your life, a

sacrament of the serenity I find when

sitting and looking and listening, in

awe of your pulsing energy.

Your visual tune hums in my soul,

shimmering in the fading light.

David W Perkins

©2023