Trail Sounds

by Ryan Diaz

TRAIL SOUNDS

The water rippling,

        rippling,

                    rippling.

The ice croaking and creaking,

                      dancing on the current

        In thin translucent 

                                    sheets.

The sun sinking.

                Sinking.

                  Sinking, 

embracing outstretched hands.

               Mountain peaks like fingertips

                 cupping the sun

                        like a child holding

                       a wounded bird,

it’s fading light

                rippling,

                  rippling,

                     rippling.

Dancing on the water’s edge

until all that’s left

is the steady sound of breath

and water 

             dripping,

        dripping,

            dripping.

Dripping from my hands—

the last light of sunset pooling at my feet.

RYAN DIAZ

Ryan Diaz is a poet and writer from Queens, NY. He holds a BA in History from St. Johns University and is currently completing an MA in Biblical Studies.

He is the author of two poetry books, For Those Wandering Along the Way and Skipping Stones, and one chapbook of haiku and short poetry, Like Falling Leaves.

Keep up with Ryan's work at www.avagueidea.com.