Pine Hill #3

Pine Hill #3

I stare down at the makeshift dam

We built in the creek last summer

The rocks stand tall unmoved

By the barely moving water underneath

It was once a raging river

At least it was to us

As we would wade in the water

Waist deep in creek

Rivermen

Rolling logs and rocks

Perfectly into place

Letting the water build up

Until it crashed

Over and through

Foaming like the crests of waves

So we would work

Until it got cold

Or too dark to see

And we’d pile in Chris’s Jeep

And head to big boy

Or to DJ’s basement

To play Eucchre
And drink cheap gas station vodka
Unplugging the clocks

In a futile attempt to stop time

In a futile attempt stay right there

In the creek

Where everything was easy

And our shoes were still wet