Holly Thompson-II
Getaway
we go hiking up a Tanzawa river bed
wearing straw sandals that expand
to keep us from slipping in the water
on wet rocks and on muddy trails
that parallel the mountain stream
over the whoosh of water
a sound of rolling
someone calls out
we turn
you stop
and right
where you would have stepped
a rock the size of your head
lands
nothing follows
nothing more
just a rock
where you
would have stood
and fallen