Creek was higher than I’d ever seen
overflowing the trail
eating away its banks
rushing off like a train
to some distant destination
or anywhere really
anywhere at all, no matter
as long as nothing
got in its way.
It is a moody thing
two days ago so still and low
we crossed easily on a string
of a few small rocks.
But now! I half expect
to see houses carried along
boats full of people in lifejackets
crates marked fragile
elephants giraffes zebras
bankers in their suits
on top of wooden desks
cars swiped from the road.
None of this appeared (of
course) and thank God for that.