Of course it's not really the end of anything.
Celebration
So this must end
And that must end and
The other must come
To an end as well.
Even a rock will crack
Under such seepage,
Split as sure as rot.
Under a dark moon, void
Of course, here's
The formula, the slime
And vine whose twist
Found the fissure and
Pulled the granite
Beneath the creek's surface.
Photo: Legit and my own for once; Sunday run on Soapstone trail. Nine stream crossings in .9 miles, big fun.
4 comments:
Beautiful...the photo's almost as evocative as the poem. Love your rhythms & inner music.
Gotta say, instant fave...
@slothrop: have you ever done that trail? it only really works if you loop it in with one of the rock creek trails cause it's so short, but i like it cause it used to be a soapstone factory way back when the first people lived here. i hadn't been on it in years and it's not very busy, either.
Maria - I can't believe I never ran it, b/c I used to live quite close to it on 14th St. I guess b/c I never saw pictures. ;) Now my favorite part of Rock Creek is the Surrender Dorothy trail where I ran the Parks Half. The part that dips down into DC is great, tho not very wild.
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