JOURNEY TO THE CREEK BED WITH GRANDAUGHTERS

Through tangled brush

We make our way 

To the creek bed

Cooling summer feet

In crystal water.

Butterflies 

With gossamer wings

Skitter up the bank,

Fanning honeysuckle vines.             

Suddenly, a head shoots

From beneath a mossy rock,

A crawdad staking claim to his territory -

As if little girls pose a threat.

Later, on a picnic cloth 

They arrange their treasures,

A speckled feather, an odd shaped

Rock, a golden leaf.

Unlike their “find,” my treasures

Are images - images of two giggling girls 

Arms outstretched 

Ready to Embrace the world -

Ready EVEN to walk on water.