As children, we would play in the LOCAL stream. We were full of giggles and joy, as we would alternate between energy-filled play and quiet observation. STOMP our feet one minute, stop in wonder the next. At the FRONT of the line, the first to enter calmer waters often had the best vantage point. So it was on the day that Jimmy gasped and pointed – little fishes as glittery and iridescent as rainbow TROUT skittered through the water. We were as dazzled by the sight as if diamonds had suddenly been spilled into the water by unseen hands.

Georg’ann

GREAT feat to appreciate
the abundance of FRUIT
in the midst of pain and panic.
Thrashing like a TROUT caught.
Gasping for breath, longing
to be carried on currents,
swimming in clear waters.

It is not forgotten, there were
bountiful blueberries at breakfast.
A Banana for the little girl.
Cutting board sticky with mango.
An apple in the afternoon.
Bowl still ripe with choices.

Heather