Coming Out of Deep Creek

We huddle in this leaking plastic A-frame,
A slow flood of rain pooling at our feet.
Six a.m. sees us shouldering Coleman lanterns
And our sodden pods of sleeping bag,
The fire we lit
With an old Smokies Hiking Guide,
Last night when it was dry,
Long gone.

We march through shuddering aisles of laurel
With water on our necks and in our faces,
The faint percussion of steady rain
An ironic music of restoration
All around us.

The lengthening afternoon shows us
The sunshot stillness of mist on water,
The re-emergence of gold and blue
Above this perfect shambles of headwaters
We call Deep Creek.

The ground is too wet for us to camp.
We let the sound of falling water,
An accompanying percolation of rain
Down the needles of creekside conifers,
See us home.

copyright 1998/2008 l.k. sorrells

Coming Out of Deep Creek

Laurkat

Jasper, United States

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