Poetry might be the best way to attempt to crystallize these epiphanic experiences into language. No, it’s not perfect – but, in writing the poem, I was at least able to reconnect with that instant in a way I can share with you, and give you some hint of its spiritual, magical nature.
Firehole River Splash; Revised
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
And now, the talons
Clutching the small, arching trout
Who could not avoid
The bald eagle
Living close to nature has given me many of these moments of inexpressible wonder. Some, though, take longer to show themselves…
When we lived in the Old Faithful area, and worked in the Inn, we often would take walks along the various boardwalks, to enjoy a diverse array of geothermal features. There were the hot pools, like Morning Glory and Grand Prismatic Springs. There were little mud pots, where hot clay bubbled like cooking oatmeal. There were, of course, the geysers – the roar and rumble of superheated water building under pressure until it bursts forth from the earth’s hold in a violent, beautiful, deadly fountain, and washes passersby in sulfurous steambaths.
And then there were the fumaroles…
A fumarole is a fissure in the ground, through which the building steam can escape. A few months later, we returned – and there was our fumarole…except that now it was a brand-new, tiny geyser.
Things like that can happen in Yellowstone, where geothermal forces are ever shifting, always changing…they can happen in life, too. This post is part of the #atozchallenge; find other friendly folks and their fantastic “F” posts by clicking the banner below.
What about you? Have you ever seen something you thought was permanent proven temporary and changeable? Has life handed you any surprise packages to unwrap, lately? Are there any poems within you, or the moment, just waiting to be born? Now’s the time to be daring, because I love your sharing! =)