Postcard from the Billy Goat Trail

Potomac from Billy Goat Trail Section A, Maryland

Surrounded by stone above the Potomac. I ask what I’ll never stop asking: What is it about sitting still near moving water?

Is it the green smell of water near? The tickle-textures of wind on glassy surfaces? The smooth push of motion, stirred by boulders deep?

Or is it remembering the river I saw yesterday, fifteen miles downstream, in the city? Thunderstorms mean a purge of streets, surge of storm water. The stench of sewage swamping the air. A hot brown bulge of runoff entering this same river, pushing sick bubbles and floating empty bottles from bottled water.

More postcards: from Assateague Island, from the bare woods.

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