Like a Drop of Rain Flowing to the Ocean
We all come from the Goddess, and to her we shall return,
Like a drop of rain, flowing to the ocean.
The Lewis River, East Fork, surges down its course.
Swollen with many drops of rain from the November storms,
It churns and crashes over the rocks along its path.
Even the largest boulders are barely visible amidst its waves.
The remains of the earlier, higher floods are easily seen -
Clumps of debris deposited here and there, up near the picnic tables.
A green frame of some kind, caught amongst the trees and branches.
Logs tossed like toothpicks atop the tall rock outcroppings opposite the falls.
The pavement of the footpath has been washed away, chunks gone,
The dirt path and the bridge are undermined, will need repair.
What a sight this must have been earlier in the week, when
Torrents of rain descended upon the mountains and the river, and swelled it so.
Grass bent with water, flattened by the force of the river.
Ripples in the dirt where the flood waters reached their peak.
The ground is very soft where I step, saturated with water, my feet begin to sink.
Do I dare tread any closer to the river's bank? Probably not.
The water hurries down its course, many drops of rain all together.
Unable to fit into its boundaries, it rushes even faster, being fed by
More raindrops upstream, and the raindrops that are falling harder now.
Down the river, on to the next river, and finally to the ocean.
We all come from the Goddess, and to her we shall return,
Like a drop of rain, flowing to the ocean.