WATERFALL

Emergency economic bailout
And German existential lit
Even in urgency and intensity
Pale in their pull on my own pious soul
While I look to a blazing, sun-drowned Iowa field
Golden folds of wheat waving me
Toward my pacific forest with its rushing river
Where paddling fish try not to drown.
Then I look to you and brown soft hair
Eyes green as leaves tinged only a little
With brushstroke darkness in dawning light,
Fired with youthful obstinate determination
For my bailing out of the deepest waters
Which are so shallow now in contrast
To your brave and loving rescue of my heart.

cjk 08