Volume 2, Number 6 -- June, 1997
  
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A TasteFor a few days I camped at Juniper lake.For a few moments I tasted Juniper lake; Once, as I stood upon a cliff the blue waters below, the sun drying the sweat from the steep uphill climb, the manzanita crunching under my hiking boots, the air, fragrant with the smell of pines, warming in the sun, Once, As I dove into the cool cool water, and caught my breath, could hardly breath, and even felt, a tinge, just the slightest, of fear, could I really swim accross, or would tho cold envelope me? No, it only asked me to give into it, to accept its coolness, its clarity, and I did. Once, As I glided, glided, that soft quiet water, gentle, the moolinlight creating shadows, and I listened to the gentle dipping of the paddles, and the sweet voice of my daughter singing. And Finally, As I walked alone along a bluff, above a crystal lake, a place where weather must hit hard, trees only live in the crevasses in the rocks, protected, where soil has gathered, and yet they still must drill their mighty roots into the rocks, I felt the excitement of the mountains, the fear of reality - when you are all alone- only one- amongst so many- The power of being only one- amongst so many. Just a bite I had. A small delicious bite. ....unfortunately the mosquitoes had many more bites then I!
Elizabeth HerronRidndiablo@aol.com |