WAKING ON THE CLEARWATER
Words carved by man and erased by weather. The man who gave him the word, palimpsest, died years ago, but his poems remain. He carries that word now as he had never carried the man. It comes to him that now the man who is gone is carrying him. Such a wondrous word. He had given the man a word, too. That man, his friend, so loved the word, triage.