Drift

High in the Colorado peaks

tiny babies swim at my toes

swirling wet magic

among the dancing green blades.

Clear ripple rhythm

speckled white foam

busy buzzing all around

each to their own.

Shielding the eddy

stems swoosh, then sway

hollowed out under

a fish flowing cover.

Pools of reflection

rocks skip and shimmer

the perched preen

content in choice.

Sun giving bright

warmth deep down inside

a passing dark hue

drops briefly fall.

Plentiful and diverse

pristinely whole

this meandering river

feeds me too.