Eventually, all things merge into one.....

"Now, nearly all those I love and did not understand when I was young are dead.....but I still reach out to them......

 

In the Arctic half light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise.

 

Eventually, all things merge into one.....and river runs through it.

 

The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over the rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs.....

 

.....I am haunted by waters....."