Bring it down, the lazy energy that turns the sun to moist silver,
The cool in the heat,
The promised place at the end of the trail,
Some of us two-footing, some of us four,
Let's take a chance this time,
Too much beauty for a distance,
For what the guide book says, for what we always do.
Leave your shoes on the sand there
Three hundred miles from Central Park,
Take a chance on slippery rocks,
Turn a corner, don't look back,
Shake your skins like big white dogs,
On a day that feels like fireworks in your soul,
On the slippery, shining, wet and wondrous lap of the waterfall.
Waterfalling by Judy Schilling