Okay, okay. Here's one of the soppy poems. And after that you can go look at the waterfall some more. The run-off from El Niño made the waterfalls more spectacular than usual, according to the rangers (one of whom also told me that yes, they've crossed the river too, though it's easier if you cross a little higher than we did. Ah well...), though at any time the waterfalls at Yosemite are well worth seeing. It really is a gorgeous place.
We stayed in our car with windows shut,
lightly buffeted, metal-guarded, silent.
What happens within the blades, in that
shivering moebius space? If a person
hurled herself between the slicing blades
would she disappear, dissolve to a new country,
to a land of silent shouting? Is this love,
this desire to dive into the wind?
Is this love, dissolution or redemption?
Should we stay behind the glass?
Yosemite, Berkeley, Oakland
May '98 - April '99