It was a
long hike.
Dust and
sweat turned our legs grey
And our
clothes were stiff
From drying
in the sun
But it was—worth
that.
Worth the
blisters and the sun burn
In the part
of my hair.
The ache of
my left foot
The pain in
my right knee
To see the
Falls—
The force of
wind and water
working as
one to deafen us
The mist rising
up from where the rush
met
stillness
gleaming
like liquid diamond dust
the green
and the white,
the blue and
the grey
one wash of
color through blurred glasses
It was worth
every aching step.
And for one
moment, captured forever in memory
Mine and a
camera’s
More colors
glow-gleamed,
A rainbow in
the spray.
It was only
one of thousands of waterfalls, and I know
There are
longer ones, grander ones--
But that .
does not feel right.
This one sits on my heart like a pumice stone, present
But light as mist
Born away by the wind
It was beautiful,
More than any I have only seen in pictures,
Because I felt the wind, the mist, heard
The Roar.
And, of course, because I walked every step,
Surrounded by chattering friends, but I stood there
On the lip, looking down
On my own two feet, even if only one
Is flesh.
That's pretty much how I felt when I saw the falls! I kept taking pictures because I didn't want to let it go.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Imagery. Very well done.
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