Geology and Topography
In the woods, under high banking hills
the spring’s water, a tiny trickle,
used to pool beneath a small waterfall.
We would cup our hands and drink
cold subterranean depths.
Now the rill runs its meager course
with no leap, no leisurely still.
It threads through a jumble
of gray sandstone gravel
in a grim, businesslike search
for Horse Creek.