In the Creek Bed

by sc0pic


Late winter, dry creek bed
Scattered and shattered disks of shale and limestone
The crunch of light boot-steps
Children lost in the archeological magic
A welcome respite from the carpet and tile, the processed and humanized
Inhale the echoes of ancient ocean floors, waters long since refrozen and revoked
Breezes drape the crisp aromas of crackly leaves and moss on the trees,
The cool and musty odors of damp soil and of rock dust
Hear the stirrings of the spirits of these woods
Lessons pouring over and in them, lessons of catching, cooking, eating, and cleaning
Observe the overload of sensory patterns
Every hue and saturation of the browns greens and grays
Training the eye to see the shapes of life, and the shapes of danger
A welcome respite from the glossy and plastic, the loud and the square
A welcome respite from the sanitized and solemn
A welcome reminder of where to find all the answers

original photograph by sc0pic

5 Comments to “In the Creek Bed”

  1. Yes, you took me along with you to a magical place . . .

  2. Lovely 🙂 What a Beautiful Place you created 🙂

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