Rocks

Before the big pool,
Underneath the cable.
I sat, watching the casts.
"Capture the moment’s last."

The water’s green surrounding me,
Refelective of the Olympic’s peninsular trees,
The blue an emotion aching, rushing, from the mountains.
These rocks were not here a month ago,
The Elwha is low.

Rain fills the erosion
The light reflects a primitive fish,
No fins, a curved salmon,
Following the rhythms of waxing moon.

How long was the water there,
Before it passes on-
Helping the skipping stones of the riverbed
Stay afloat.