The creek is still today,
its transparent surface mirroring
the lush growth along its banks,
capturing the clouds and the sky
as if to reflect back to them
their beauty. I stand in late summer’s
tall green peering into the creek’s
shadowed water, lucky enough to spot
brown fishes lazing among the rocks.
Some scenes are almost too perfect
to bear. And to stand in their midst,
tasting the fragrances, the breathing
of it washing against my skin,
is to feel honored somehow,
and blessed to be alive, here, beside
a still creek that mirrors the sky.