Toe tip
Taps the clear
Chilled stream.
Sending a buzz
Of hair standing on end
Up through
My leg,
As it sinks into the pool.
The shock spreads,
The glass of ice water
Clings to my skin,
Detaining the
Circulation of life.
My eyes shoot open,
Sprinkled with a splash
Of the juice
From the river.
I return the refreshing
Gesture.
My footing slips,
And I hear
Timber…
As my branches crack,
Loudly,
A hollow whoosh
Engulfs my body.
Giggles fly into the air,
Sprinkling down,
Wet and frigid.
I am up,
As fast as I was down.
Gathering my whereabouts
I Continue down the rocky banks
Of the mountain river,
As a heat beats from within.
DoRee MelNic 