Settler's Creek
By Kyle Harvey
You’d been gone four months by then,
but we brought you along anyway.
On my back, you rested
riding inside a wooden box.
The idea was to lay you gently
at the water’s surface,
but our clumsy hands spilled you,
and it was hard to tell whether you went head
or feet first, but it didn’t much matter
anyway, I suppose.
You would float on down the creek
until you had reached the next and so on.
My father gave a little wave and joked,
“We’ll see you back on down in Denver, Dad.”
We stood there in silence
listening to you chuckle
under the bridge and over
the first set of riffles downstream.
Copyright Credit: Poem copyright © 2013 by Kyle Harvey, “Settler’s Creek,” from Hyacinth (Lithic Press, 2013). Poem reprinted by permission of Kyle Harvey and Lithic Press.