Invisible Nature

Staring into space, leaving mind marks to keep place. Wondering silently aloud of all things invisibly thought or heard. Thinking, like water cascading over mountain walls, rushing, splashing, pushing thoughts and images down- stream through white water's frothy imagination. Searching abstract views, dislocating constant words, placing them on edges of canoes, as they hurriedly slide through rocks and canyon walls, with views of poetry slicing drops of water, falling quickly into interesting poems. Afterward, rowing to shore to camp peacefully over- night, needing the soft soothing sounds of water flowing by in dimly lit, semi-waking hours before sleep.