Call in sick today.
I need you to come with me
out to the waterfalls near
the county line.

Tell your boss
the accounting reports
can wait: there is green moss
that needs to be between your
toes and a hundred thousand
gallons of water crashing
over a limestone lip down
into a ice-cold basin
calling your name.

In fact,
tell Human Resources
they may want to go ahead
and start processing your resignation:
I’ve found an old Indian hunting cave
hidden behind the cascades,
and there are too many flint arrow heads
for me to pick through on my own,
and way in the back,
the only thing you can hear
is the water crashing down
and the sound of your own
body breathing.

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