Issue Thirty - Summer 2017

Silver Falls State Park, Oregon

By Kay Mullen

We hear it first, the roar of it,
        then a glimpse through stands 

of cedar fronds and maple limbs
until we see in a clearing the surge
        of water pounding down. 

The trail winds behind the charge,
        droplets of power plunge 
like a rushing sheet, an endless flow,
        a blur of shapes. 

        When the Falls captures
unsolved mysteries in ice to contain 
itself in time, light diffuses 

through the white wall to pause 
        in space for a season,

then resumes the plunge
and fan of waters far downstream
        to only a trickle over stones.

Copyright Mullen 2017