Jessie and I met at the Eklutna Lake parking lot just after 11am. Our goal was to do a quick five mile hike on the Twin Peaks trail. I thought I’d be home around 3pm. As with all adventures truly great, it didn’t go as planned. It was one of those gorgeous Alaskan days. The colors cast by jewel blues and greens that relieve me.
I went to investigate a gently flowing stream
and discovered that it was
coming out of the mountain.
The water gurgled up and out
of the massive rock we were climbing
and dribbled on to smaller rocks
and then into fine rocks
that pooled the water every so slightly.
The history of spas, baths, of
“taking the waters” trickles down
from Roman times. We splashed refreshment
on our hot and tired faces.
Eyes closed, I splashed and splashed.
Soon the cold squeezed a gasp out of me.
I splashed again and gasped again.
I splashed once more and gasped again.
This, with such clarity, wells up in me now.
So much can be understood from
I go to the forest,