At Latourelle Falls

the plunge pool's thunder is blinding.
The whiteness of the foam
rings in my ears. The cold spray
is metal in my mouth, clean
smell of fir forest
tingles my skin. Every window
of my body opens wide
and the world dances
through them all. What I hear
I see. What I feel, I taste.

My body is all windows
and all are open.
My body is windows
without glass
without frames
the world winds through them like a silver ribbon
through needle's eyes
through openness
without frames
windows without glass
open

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