me and the boys at the nooksack river
I wept
when I first walked the river path
the rush of emerald waters
broke against the rock
of my numb discontent
her water broke
like a cannon
when our son was born
I wept
when he emerged wide-eyed
calm
full of wonder
when I first heard Bach
I fell on the ground
kicked my feet
I wept
at the touch
of all this useless beauty
I would die without it