By Jlor
Date: 20 July 1999

Where I First Fell in Love on the Edge of a Glacier in Alaska

She went with me one afternoon out to the woods at the edge of the glacier not more than a 20 minute drive out of town. We got out of the car and walked through a forest of dwarf conifers under which grew all sorts of native plants, ferns and springy green mosses. We found a trail that led to side of a pristine, clear creek with shaded pools overhung by outcropping of rocks covered with ferns and mosses, and receding into the distance into dense forest punctuated by trees fallen across clefts left by rivulets in the mountainside that formed grottos with small cataracts rushing beneath the undergrowth in the spring runoff. The woods were alive with fairytale dwellings for wood nymphs and forest sprites.

I don't know if it was my soul which tinged the trees, and the sound of water with love or if it was love that lit my wonderment with afternoon shafts of sunlight coming through openings in the evergreen canopy and made me enchanted with even the soft barefoot springiness of the moss under my feet.

We held hands and walked a while, gradually intertwining there and talking with kisses and words and drenching our promises in the sound of the rushing water, the crisp air from the glacier, and the moist darkness of tree spirits, stopping us to kiss, then walked some more by the brook running downhill until we broke forth into a meadow in the open sunlight. The waving grass of the meadow and the rushing of the glistening water and the sun reflecting off the light blue green mountains in the distance put in us the mood for that primitive Alaska moose love .In the meadow I told her I loved her and I held her and she dug her nails into my arms like roots into the ground. She was urgent and she was mine and and hung on my lips where our breath and words became flesh and breathed a poem into a love half tears and half smiles, coming from the harmony of earth and our delirium.

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