The farther up this trail I go,
the fewer people I see,
until I'm in the company of quiet.
Until I reach this rushing stream
and sit on a boulder to listen
to the talking waters.
Studying the current
rolling over rocks,
bending around boulders.
Silver veins of water
tumbling in turmoil,
falling freely with grace.
Until these words
flow into lines
of liquid poetry.
© 2025 Richard Havenga
Photo Location: Yellowstone National Park
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