My feet keep seeking
 
the coolness of smooth pebbles
 
in the mountain creeks.

 
 
 

An aspen-lined creek
 
somewhere high in the mountains—
 
I dream of that place.

Fishermen

 
 
 

blackbird drawing near
 
three fishermen at the creek—
 
one of them looks up

Creek

 
 

old woman wonders
 
how long the creek will babble
 
till it says no more

Cellos

 
 

How many cellos
 
does it take to awaken
 
the fish in the creek?