At Wahkeena Springs,
We wipe dewy sweat from our long hike.
Sun peers through the fog,
and silence, save for one thing:
a baby chipmunk's small steps.
sprays mist for weary hikers
and wets nearby trees.
Its namesake would be proud, as
the dry Summer approaches.
On an offshoot path,
I catch a glimpse of the gorge,
its wind fills my lungs:
An osprey kites the gust and
nearby starlings flee, panicked.