Snack at Grassy Creek.(Poem)

 
SNACK AT GRASSY CREEK 
for my wife 
 
   Out of the upstream darkness, 
   a tunnel of banks and branches, 
   the creek comes flashing and sprawling 
   into our small stretch of brightness, 
   a clearing struck by the sun 
   where we eat almost nothing and love it. 
   Our children are fishing with grass 
   in the shallow, shining water. 
   We watch them, slipping and safe, 
   always almost off balance, 
   ankle deep in a flowing 
   which disappears in the dusk 
   of a downstream bend, where growth 
   darkens the creek again. 
 
   With the children ...