The San Marcos River

Leaves from pecan trees

Drift lazily to the river’s surface

To float like Nature’s canoes

Toward the ocean

Carrying with them

Cocoons or ants

Like tiny captains of their vessels

They drift past the

Native wild rice

Amidst the stones visible

Through crystal clear

Spring waters

The spillway by The Saltgrass

Roars its defiance to

Gravity

Adding to the cacophony

Of the traffic on Sessom Drive

And over the bridge of

Aquarena Springs Drive

The quiet stillness

Remembered by Native Americans

Long since resting

Beneath the Texas soil

Shattered by humanity’s

Passing and unawareness

Upriver

In the distance

Is the waterfall

Majestic and beautiful

Below Spring Lake

The host of sustainable

Life for eons for humanity

Flowing up through the soil

From the Edwards Aquifer

Never having paused

In recorded history

Or the geologic record

A testament to the

Sacredness of life

In this place in the

Universe