Contortions

During a trip on the Main Salmon in Idaho, my friend Prester and I did some collaborative art. He watercolored the view from our camp, and I added text. Enjoy! 

We hugged the bend today
of crooked rocks and
rain-dream skies,
letting sand
envelop our uncertainty.

Contortions
are not just for the river
as knotty pines
twirl our perceptions.

Strange trails
swirl through
melodious memories
of no return.

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