Yosemite -Under the bridge

March 17, 2007  (I was 62)

   Yosemite  -Under the bridge

water sounds wash away the years

rivulets into streams into river

waterfall falls falls down sheer rock

creasing at last the stony face

the rising spires rising rising

the domes snow capped and encapsulating

the valley below the meadow the forest

the thick trunked trees trees trees

whose needles whistle then whisper

Wind plays above and behind sounds of children

Dad Dad Dad look Dad look calls

the voice of my own son twenty years ago

and I look to see him poised on a rock

in the stream about to jump to another

but waiting for another dad to look and calling

Look Dad and I look for Dad to look

thinking he’s going to make the leap anyway

and you’re going to wish you had watched