To Fall Creek I would often climb alone
And wade there, with my eyes skyward in thought--
Oh, now there's no more going on my own,
Without you wandering with me as you ought.
Well, I have ventured it, on summer days
When the cascade roars down its little cliff.
But deep within the noise some secret plays;
The falls whisper your name amid their riff.
The wide dome casts its blue upon green pools
To recreate the color of your eyes,
And when the doves call back and forth like fools
I catch your laughter in the coos and sighs.
Fall Creek, at least, has earned its silly name:
We stepped in it--I fell for you, and trudged out not the same.