I could have stood, my heart still, waters flowing around me.
millions of caryola colored leaves reflected in deep black pools,
hours of emptiness on deserted stretches of water, burbling over rocks.
heard the king fishers and the ducks, an eagle in the distance,
felt the damp cold through waders and boots and the wind cutting through layers of cotton and nylon.
The tightening of my cheeks against the cold.
witnessed an unseen insect as it struggled for life near the surface, ripples radiating outward, hunger satisfied.
gravel fanned, competitors chased, and territory defended.
hearts won if only for fleeting moments of procreation,
lifeless bodies laying in decay having completed their task.
cleansing crystal clear life rushing toward and away
unending
Copyright: NathanMcLeod 2015
