What's more joyful
than running water? After rain,
our little creek leaps
and giggles, blows bubbles, chatters
over rocks whose moss opens
all its green mouths to sing
the river song.
And the old willow leans over the bank
to see his own reflection
wrinkled and riffled
with moving, ageless water.
What's more joyous?
A backyard puppy
who's never seen a natural flow -
only stainless bowls and faucet, hose,
Here's free water
on its great adventure toward the sea.
What's more joyous
than a puppy tentatively wading out
then drenching herself
in that journey,
splashing as each droplet leaps
the stairstep falls; finally
dashing back out
creekwater all over us
sparkling, joyous in April sun.
Taylor Graham, California, USA