Thomas Doty – Storyteller
At the Mouth of Aikens Creek
Early morning in June at the mouth of Aikens Creek along the Klamath River. After a dawn-lit swim in the creek I watch a waterfall across the river in this canyon so deep the full moon barely cleared the ridges last night.
Fog presses the hills. Birds sing down the morning. A heron fishes the riffles.
I'm not in the campground. Didn't want to put up the bucks. But where I'm at is better: the wide-flowing river, a swimming hole of a creek, the open sky over last night's dreams shot full of moonlight.
I watch the braid of the waterfall angling down the cliff. The heron glides to the pools where the shad are still sleeping.