Kramer Creek

By Steve Wardrip

There can be no compensation for the fresh living waters,
If there were none flowing, none growing, only sand and sage remain.

Prehistoric fossils are found just under the surface land,
The great underwater crack reveals the Cassadaga or water under the rocks.

Diverse cultural designs of convenience that determine the outcome,
And so many more of the greatly acclaimed reversal of bridges displayed.

You are just moments away, late in the evening’s blues and pinks, orange, red,
Because of people like you we live on for generations in the minds of children.

Fill up jars, weave your mats, burn your coals, man your wheeled chariots,
Do as you would do if you didn’t know where you came from or was going to.

Feel the life in your chest, see the vision with your eyes, hear the miracles,
Well think your next move or just afford and sustain, celebrate, maintain.

Silt is what they call the sweet residue sand and fine minerals of sifted creeks,
You will find in your life the silt that makes you different, valuable, unique.

The real underlying current is one of forceful life force, transcending all,
Insisting survival, the momentum, once set in motion, stilled only by hand.