I have spent Summers and Winters up in the Mountains of Washington State
I have followed trails
and ridden on old logging roads
on horseback and by motorcycle.
I would follow
and small streams
I would follow the running water from the safety of the river banks
which always smelled like rotten leaves and wet dirt
and I would try to ignore the way the water would be loud and talkative one moment
and completely silent the next.
I have even gone on rafting trips and taken canoes out onto the water with my friends
and in the pictures that have been taken I am never smiling.
My mouth is always set in a hard straight line
I am grimacing in every single shot spanning over 30 years.
Today I thought about the Rivers and Streams, the Creeks I have explored and when I tried to picture one-
any one of the many I have been too
the only image that came to me
gently moving the black laughing water from side to side
and that hand
…was not mine.