Saturday Poem

Meeting the Mountains

He crawls to the edge of the foaming creek
He backs up the slab ledge
He puts a finger in the water
He turn to a trapped pool
He puts both hands in the water
Puts one foot in the pool
Drops pebbles in the pool
He slaps the water surface with both hands
He cries out, rises up and stands
Facing toward the torent and the mountains
Raises up both hands and shouts three times!

………………………………VI69, Kai at Sawmill Lake

by Gary Snyder
from No Nature
Pantheon Books, 1992