Valley where the waters wind

scouring out a living’

giving chance for ear.

Rapids are what they call them

white, fast, full,

and then

Calm, smooth ribbons beneath which steelhead swim

heading against a current

and back again

Between the walls of canyon, a lion looks for deer

Den a bed for Winter as bears dream

Above the ribbons, the canyons, the animals, the eagles soar

A river, a river flows unaware, uncaring, until

it joins the ocean again.