Waterfall



At the end of the road
unpaved parking                          
                        safety tape
   construction fences             

Pahn and his family find their way                          
into the riparian forest                                                       
to the ruined resort                           
an arcing bridge                                               
of cottages 
undermined              
   and tilting               
in stages of decay              
    and demolition       

Trying the catwalk                                                           
unbalances the boards                       
  sending Pahn                         
   into the river                         

He emerges dry                                                
and walks back to town                       

In the old commercial district              
                         buildings dark  
                                                     blue            
                                                         green               
                                           brown
                            Piteuss drives by               
                                              parks     
                  Pahn walks up to her car        

                                              She gets out                            
                                  with her friend 
                    who is short
                              dark
                              thin
        looking out
                        from her curly hair
                                                    at Pahn
                                                                         with curiosity

                        Pahn wants to give                                   
                        some pleasant greeting              
                        of acknowledgement
     But she doesn’t look at him again                                              
   and doesn’t smile                                                               
and so                                                                                  
he doesn’t feel                                                  
invited                                                
to speak

Pahn follows them                                                   
not knowing why
  trying to think of a reason                                           
  noticing all the while                                                  
how the path                           
to the river       
   has changed 
since the last flood…           

…They are swimming now 
Pahn is distracted                                
                              away    from Piteuss and her friend
by a waterfall

Pahn walks back toward town                                          
       He looks at the falls on a map                                              
   He follows a road to a better view                                  

There are cars parked                                                           
on an island
He doesn’t understand                                                      
how they have crossed                                   
                          the narrow
                            channel
without getting stuck               

When he swims out to the island                                                
he finds they are all submerged

Approaching the side of the falls                                         
he looks back                          
          to see Aiks                
            in an open corridor of stone
                       
                        hanging herself
                                                                            by a thin string                                                 
Pahn starts to cry                                                                  
and tells her
She’s making a mistake                                   
                                 cuts her down                          
          takes the string
                                 off her neck
and holds her

  Then they walk                                               
along the rocks                        
at the base of the fall                                        
where the water finds its ways
through the crevices                               
and grooves    
among                                     
swathes of flowers                                      
and Aiks says                                      
                                                “They are pretty”                                                                                                                                     
       as if she has awakened                                               
to red petals                                                
from a grog                                           
       of her anxiety            
                       


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Some of these poems originally appeared in the following publications

Avocet
Dream International Quarterly
mojo risin'
The Muse Apprentice Guild (The MAG)
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