Secret Passage

Hidden Creek

If I had to say what I hope for,
the place I wish to uncover as I leave the shore and start upon water,
it would be a place such as this.

Set back from the din of the crowds on the lake, a keyhole passage barely seen, where shallow water past a gravel bar turns many away at the door.
Where steep shale walls line deep clear pools, and whirligigs spin in a spot of sun. In water so cold and clean, it teases you to sip from it.
Where with each bare step, a crayfish scoots ahead and disappears, backward into the blur of a beautifully crafted mosaic.
And though you know it isn’t true,
just for a moment in this cool and quiet place,
it feels as if you’re the first to have found it.

Creek Colors

Towing the Canoe