Walking along Idaho’s Salmon River shore at sunset during a 52-mile float, I began to notice the ridges of tiny underwater dunes. I thought about how inconsequential the weak waves were, yet how they shaped the dunes. I thought about how the little things in life may seem inconsequential, but always have important formational significance.
Inconsequential
inconsequential waves
lap the river bank:
a sandy river bank:
in the shallows
long ridges run
along the shore—
not straight, but undulating,
now breaking off
now splitting,
now rejoining—
ridgelines a centimeter high:
and each incoming
and each outgoing
adds to the tiny dunes,
takes away,
reshapes . . .
I love how you always include some personal context before each poem. It changes the entire experience for the reader.
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