Rock Steady

Off in the distance Oscar Huber white landowner
on his Ford tractor

mirages waving like silvery flags
I play in the creek

or in the bamboo thickets
which grow along the creek

I dig shallow caves on the dirt walls
nothing very specific comes to mind

of another day I played in floodwaters
except that each rock I threw into the cauldron

made a chocolately splash
vivid to this day

as if I had thrown each rock
into my mind.