Camping Alongside a River
Descent to the river is tricky,
rocks pushed aside like random thoughts
clogging the way as the
blood of the earth pumps
downhill, nourishing, cleansing,
swelling with the courage to reach the sea.
Submerged in a cool eddy:
fingers pursed as prunes,
color drawn from lips,
goosebumps raised on young skin
pushing the threshold of nerves,
forcing the mind to retreat to the
comfort of the campfire;
grilled trout, the catch of the day.
By Lorna Nakell ©2009