It was raining today -- the leaves were falling,
pulled by the breezes from their trees.
I stopped by the creek, again looking for turtles.
While there, people crossed the bridge
from the other side of the field.
I was gazing into the creek, looking for fish and turtles
as two men and a little boy passed behind me.
I was both amazed and dismayed that they did not stop
to take even a glance at a place I think is beautiful.
While I did not see any turtles, I did see jewel-like colors
in the leaves. Some of them had sunk to the bottom of the creek,
where the water streamed over them in ripples faceted
by the rocks, accented by the sun. How could someone
not look, even for a little bit?