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Firehole River Splash – OctPoWriMo, Oct. 17, 2012


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Firehole River Splash

(Yellowstone National Park Wyoming, 1999)

I walk along the bank with my young pup

Respectful of this wild Wyoming land of

Bison, bear, and wolves.

I’m watching the puppy explore

With his sensitive, busy nose

Until I hear the splash.

Then I look up, confused because

There is nothing here to make

such a sound

With such a feel of substance to it.

I scan the river, instinct freed

To feel through my senses in a way

Not needed in the workaday world.

But no instinct could prepare me

For the breath stopping moment

Something rising from the water

Something alive –

The moment crystal and infinite

White feathered head

Yellow eye meeting mine without

Hesitation or fear.

I am the one who does not belong


Rising, rising, rising…


Rainbows of water

Powerful wings spread and lift

Beak opens in a fierce cry

Away from the trees on the

Opposite bank comes

Eager answer.

And now, the talons

Clutching the small, arching trout

Who could not avoid

The bald eagle








English: Cliff geyser and Firehole river at Bl...
English: Cliff geyser and Firehole river at Black Sand Basin in Upper Geyser Basin in Yellowstone National Park Français : Firehole river et Cliff geyser dans le Parc national de Yellowstone (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


I am myself. I own my life, and live with three other people who own theirs. My intention is to do only those things that bring me joy, and to give myself wholly to those things I do. Writing has been my passion throughout my life, and this will become the home for my writing life...because it brings me great joy!

2 thoughts on “Firehole River Splash – OctPoWriMo, Oct. 17, 2012

  1. Loved this memory poem. I saw an eagle in the wild once and will never forget the sound of its immense wings swooping through the woods. You capture the moment beautifully!

    1. Beth –

      I was gobsmacked. Such an intimate moment, and so profound.

      Once, a great horned owl swooped only a foot or two over my head as I was walking home from work. I couldn’t see her as she passed, but her wings were like a very powerful whisper…I can see why a mouse would never know she was above…

      Thank you for sharing your wonder, and for your kindness…

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