The creek is rising, love,
all surge and plunge,
a rapid, eager coursing—
do you see how the water
surges, falls over itself
in its springborn hurry—
all around us, ahh, do you hear?
the world is a-scurry
with reachings and rushings
and places to go,
and in me this wish
to do nothing but
touch you very,
very, very
slow
ly.