Like countless snow white buffalo
Crashing helpless as they fall,
While roars like ancient dinosaurs
Echo on the valley wall,
The glacier's last rememberings
Humble all who may insist
On climbing stones left slippery
By eternal rainbow mist.
On God's enormous boulder pile
Worn by current force and years,
The sky high pines grow greener
From the rivers constant tears.
And the glacier's last rememberings
Speak to all who listen still.
The power of the waterfall
Holds life and death at will.
Caren E. Salas
(photo by William Salas)