JOURNEY TO THE CREEK BED WITH GRANDAUGHTERS
Through tangled brush
We make our way
To the creek bed
Cooling summer feet
With gossamer wings
Skitter up the bank,
Fanning honeysuckle vines.
Suddenly, a head shoots
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
Ready to Embrace the world -Ready EVEN to walk on water.