Stevens Creek
I’m in the mountains, but I ain’t at the peak,
I stopped to skip rocks at Stevens Creek
Top spot for hip hop at the end of the week
Then I walk in flip flops up to Mallard’s Peak
This is pure bliss, cannot cure this,
I’m still just a nervous wordsmith
Wondering whether I’m bringing together a purpose
And it’s worth it to look up and contemplate if I deserve this
My thoughts are like flat stones that I send skipping across the surface
Making ripples that catch a breeze and then crash on distant shorelines
A butterfly slipstream that blows by trees until it soars high
I know why I need to disclose that I’m naïve
And so I just wait for a low flying breeze
To carry me like a freed balloon whose child hand will forget me soon
Who will turn around and miss the sound when I popped and hit the ground
Right next to you, right next to you
Everybody sing, it goes like this…

I sit back and watch the world spin like a laundromat
Questions begin, should I jump in or should I wander back?
Never been fond of common tracks, hard to leave footprints along the path
Why pack more dirt, I’ve got planet earth
And so I will travel through longer grass
Beyond the map, I’m over longitude and latitude
With gratitude I’ll lay back as we bond through different attitudes
Beyond the past, but future’s speeding freeway fast at you
It’s last call before that’s all, do we really need to abandon youth?
I stand and shoot another rock across the pond
Like me and you it spins and skips until it drops and then it’s gone
Below the brink it slowly sinks and joins the other bottom dwellers
Settling deep inside the cracks of that floors forgotten cellars
Forever? No. I must believe that it will rise
After millions of currents and millions of tides,
Of slow days and long weeks, of wet months and dry
Of whole waves and lost peaks and ever-changing skies,
And that rock is flat and polished and just dying to be skipped,
And a dusty kid with a fishing pole pulls out his grimy fist,
He finds a grip that’s sure to skip it right past that creek’s swift bend
Stevens creek, we’re making ripples when that stone is skipped again.