Settler’s Creek

Settler’s Creek
by K Harvey

You’d been gone four months by then,
but we brought you along anyway.

On my back, you rested
riding inside a wooden box.

The idea was to lay you gently
at the water’s surface,

but our clumsy hands spilled you,
and it was hard to tell whether you went head

or feet first, but it didn’t much matter
anyway, I suppose.

You would float on down the creek
until you had reached the next and so on.

My father gave a little wave and joked,
“We’ll see you back on down in Denver, Dad.”

We stood there in silence
listening to you chuckle

under the bridge and over
the first set of riffles downstream.

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1 Comment

  1. K. Harvey’s poem illumines her vision and division of time
    on hr settler trek of rare momentary earthy moments of chance
    yet of uncanny significance.

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