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Thursday, December 31, 2009

Crossing the Water from 2009.....


hiker's suspension bridge over Deep Creek, San Bernardino Mountains/Mojave Desert divide, California, photo by Ruth Nolan copyright (c) 2009

Suspension Bridge

I've hiked 2.5 miles
from the spillway
at Mojave Forks,
a 2,000 foot ridge
on my shoulder,
the creek at my feet

I'm halfway to the hot springs
mine, the only footprints
going in
for the soak
patterning my passage
upon 6 inches of snow

There's an ocean to one side
of the divide, a parched desert
on the other
and I walk between
sycamores, boulders,
drum sounds, small and large
watefalls forced through gaps

I've reached the suspension bridge
time to walk across
the frigid green expanse,
cross from one side to the other,

I'm halfway
to the sandy beaches,
to where the water is warm
all year round, winter is deep
but optimistic here,
a few more miles
of my soul, here
we part ways, the shadow
self and the body
that seeks the sun, but
the river, the river
stays the same here
and in many
eternities
flowing as one

by Ruth Nolan
c. 2009 by Ruth Nolan 12.31.09

Deep Creek is a place I've hiked since I was 19 years old. It was literally in my backyard, growing up in the Mojave Desert town of Apple Valley. Much to my intense joy, it is currently listed as a potential Wild and Scenic River, under the proposal outlined by Sen. Dianne Feinstein, CA, to expand the California Desert Protection Act of 1994. It is a wild, unique river, flowing from the San Bernardino Mountains through a deep gorge cut in rocks and between mountains, flowing from pine wildernss to open desert at the headwaters of the Mojave River. The Pacific Crest Trail follows its journey nearly from exit to birth, more than 16 miles. It's one of the most amazing places I've ever hiked, and the hot springs along its banks, deep along its course, are the best, hands down, I've spent time at. Here is to bridge crossing, as we exit the sometimes turbulent, sometimes passive, and always surprising turns of the current in the year 2009. Here, in my picture and mind's eye, is calm. Sere, silent, winter wonderland calm, in the heart of this wilderness.

Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Infinite

Infinite

lying on my back
crying stars,
pretending
I don't miss you
or is it me, or
another you, these
fluid reflections
accentuated by
the dark surface
of the pool

a universe gathers
her lost children
together each night
and the sun spits
solar flares that
tear us apart again

it's desert
in December
we enjoy
reverse summer here,
the watermarks, the
watermarks on the
low rise rocks
imposing in their
shouldered light
hollowed out at the shore

narrow hips
in my eyes, the watermark
the watermark, hollowed
by eternity
again and again
and slowly filling
at the ocean's whim
in the
now
year

by Ruth Nolan
copyright (c) 2009 by Ruth Nolan