Blackwater Falls
At low water we sat on the dry rock
Just above the Falls, smoking hashish,
Somehow certain we would not be
seen
Though tourists chattered just beneath
our sight.
I've shown my son the Falls
Roaring full from snowmelt and spring
rains
And walked past the "No Access"
sign
That now blocks the path to the
upstream river
As though oblivious to my memories,
As though I might even lie and say,
"Another soul walked in my body,
those days."
I'd rather he just know the water,
Than what I was.
11-20-99
