Poems from chasing waterfalls

Exploring nature on stolen land

I’ve been gone for the past two weeks because I went to Glacier National Park. I loved hiking in the park but it did bring up a lot of mixed feelings. I enjoyed hiking to the lakes and waterfalls singing don’t go chasing waterfalls by TLC. TLC meant waterfalls metaphorically not literally so I'm sure they’d be okay with me chasing waterfalls while listening to the song.

I also felt a bit uneasy chasing those waterfalls because this park really felt like the commodification of nature. You had to pay to get in and it was $35!

I realize I sound like I am that person who will go somewhere “glorious” and find something wrong with it. It’s not my fault. The good place as I know from watching the show “The Good Place” is the bad place trying to trick you into thinking it’s the good place. So I’m not really going to paradise and saying it’s hell. I’m just pointing out that what looks like paradise is in fact hell.

My dad says I’m negative but my dad’s girlfriend says I’m a social critic.

I like being called a social critic more because I don’t think I’m being negative. I’m just criticizing what deserves criticism. I can enjoy dipping my body in a lake while reminding myself that this is stolen land. I’m not angry at the lake. No one can be angry at a lake. It’s pretty, joyful, and an amazing place to take a nap. I just know I would enjoy dipping my body in the lake a whole lot more if the lake hadn’t been commodified by settler colonialism.

Being the social critic that I am I will be remiss to say that National Parks are stolen land and they should be returned to the Indigenous peoples who they were stolen from.

This week’s delight are some poems/musings that I wrote when I was sitting by a waterfall or a lake. I hope you enjoy them. They are all untitled. Onto the delights…

These first three poems were inspired by staring at waterfalls for an hour

Poem #1

may the raging waterfalls remind you that your raging heart is flowing to somewhere

may the raging waterfalls remind you that your raging passion is beautiful

may the raging waterfalls remind you that falling is okay if you are falling towards your destiny

may the raging waterfall remind you that you alone in your beauty are worthy of awe and adulation

may the raging waterfall remind you that your existence is all that matters

Poem #2

I dunked my head in the freezing water and I emerged alive and awakened to the glory of trees and the mountain

Why do we destroy the beauty of nature and replace it with man-made redundance

Poem #3

The water falls and my heart calms

My soul stays still because the water falls

Reminding me there is a life where existence is all that matters

This next poem was inspired by me being tired after me hiking to a hidden lake

Poem #4

The world turns as it has to

I rest because I have to

I sit because I have to

I sit because my weary feet are screaming at me

If the world must spin on its own axis for you to see night and day

You must also rest so you can also see night and day

If the world has to revolve around the sun for us to experience seasons

You must rest so you can experience seasons

Seasons of deluge

Seasons of silence

You must rest to experience everything

The video

Enjoy this video of a waterfall courtesy of my husband

That’s it for the delights!

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