Rain sound on every leaf the axes spared,
rain sound magnify my heart,
the echo stone concavity drums
the river rapids two hills over.
The painted cave thunders
the distant river you incanted
to the virgin hemlock and sweet magnolia.
My hands and legs streaked dark with mud
along the pristine stream,
a crevice crawl in the slot canyon,
the chokestone mystifies.
As the hill steps up gathered with my pack,
green upon green in the heat,
I became the creek and sweat and rain.