12.10.17 Down by the river

Early this morning Danto and I went on down the the arroyo by the river.
As the sun slowly eclipsed the range.
As the coyote tracks and the deer tracks and the possum tracks revealed themselves in the morning light.
As the cold seeped in and we wandered over to the fast flowing broad dream of a river
where the ice floes thumped and crashed into themselves and the shore
and somewhere in the depths of my heart I began realizing what was real.