all the way down

cherish the day
when i sit on the bridge
above the clear water
and see all the way down

leaves of all kinds
gather under the surface
making their own collage
of cut outs and curves

all is still
save one brave turtle
who came out of hiding
to glide across the silt

everything becomes clear
in the late afternoon
when I can see
all the way down





*The photo is one of mine from the Guadalupe River in November 2009.