So today's prompt was to write a sea chanty, but since I don't live near the sea and rarely visit, I wrote about something a little more handy.
Someone should write a song about creeks. Someone should write a song about rocks and lichen and moss and pine and pin oak. Someone should write a song about how the water only hints of itself when you’re on the path near it, but not really near it, how you can’t appreciate the bigness of creek sound until you are right on top of it and then the sound is on top of you. And that’s how it is when you come to a creek in the woods, in late spring, coaxed in till it’s all creek, all the time, after that sweaty hike and granola and beef jerky and canteen when you loosen your expensive hiking boots, peel off your socks, roll up your jeans, and stand shin deep in the rocky, pressing cold with the new frogs and that slip of sky, and the one you love calls to you from the bank and you can’t hear nuthin but creek song on top of you.