Today: One of two Creek Poems.
Along Paddy Creek
at the end
of Wild Hog Holler
where water trickles from a mossy cave.
as it wanders around rocks.
over fox bones and abandoned
land snail shells. Freshwater snails
dot rocks as the stream widens–
shallow for minnows;
growing deeper, sunfish.
beside the Baptizing Hole
where our grandparents first felt the icy hand of God.
Dark fish steer around the bottom.
Columbine and lizards
grow on the bluff.
of old Homer, the moonshiner, whose still sits back in the holler
in rusted pieces these days–
the helicopters from Fort Wood
always spotted the steam.
under pines beside the beaver dam.
the gravel road that follows the creek.
the concrete ford, green with algae. Crawdads shoot backwards
into caves in the claybank.
at last into the campground
to the 4×4. Cling to the rollbar
over rough logger’s trails.
to the mouth of the creek,
spring-fed, feeding the Piney.
dust-covered and creek-damp,
whirlpools as the waters meet,
~ M.C. Chambers
Text and images from the unpublished manuscript “52 Scribbles”,copyright 2017 by M.C. Chambers. All rights reserved.