#1682 - at Ricketts Glen State Park, PA

 

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fresh falling

Ricketts Glen State Park, PA

 

by the all roar creek

tumble strung through suntricks

in shadows and to bright

 

damp, moss shone

 

trail for the brain

uphill till

all along the cliff drip slip

 

military courtesy met on the track

 

everything written down here

as by touch

for the risk we’re forgotten

 

reminds me of somewhere I’ve not been before

 

such trees come crevassing up

leaf pointed

must imagine soil

 

indications of heaven

for those self-othering, full frocked, demure  

hair netted up in buns, time honoured

they come to marvel at the work of no one

so fix the sense of who they are

 

whereas

I, myself, an insect landing

staircase too

a travelling doubt

 

here’s the day like a tune turned out

 

the water falls all ways at once

who’ll say it’s without thinking?

 

anonymous work

 

who’s to bring breeze?

 

a sycamore sunset trod

we polish the roots that tangle the way

 

where all these feet have fallen

passed

 

so you won’t see them now 

 

there is time in the stone

 

and harsh

the tree too down

leaves preceding

 

like a flower in the dark

through to day

 

in the dim down

still lit with

 

and all of this is just to say

go vastly in the roar