By Jlorenz@saber.net
Date: 21 July 1999

Where I first fell in love near a glacier in Alaska

She went with me one afternoon out to the woods at the edge of the glacier. Through a dense Alaskan forest of dwarf conifers under which grew all sorts of native plants, ferns and springy green mosses we walked by the 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 forest punctuated by fallen trees, fallen across clefts in the mountainside that formed grottos with small cataracts rushing beneath the undergrowth in rivulets from the Spring runoff.

The dark woods were alive and the fairytale dwellings for wood nymphs and forest sprites. I don't know if it was my soul which tinged the woods and the the sound of water with love or if it was love that lit my soul with afternoon shafts of sunlight coming through openings in the trees and made me wonder even at the soft barefoot springiness of the moss under my feet like a rubber green carpet.

We intertwined there and talked with kisses and words and drenched our promises in the sound of the rushing water, the crisp air from the glacier, and the dark evergreen spirits, as we stopped 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 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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