As the poem explains the picture was taken by Russ Henderson while doing road work along the Salmon.
You’re embarrassing yourself.
Liquid to vapor to solid,
back to liquid and vapor?
Round and round you go,
drought after drought, flood after flood,
your cyclical magic ad nauseum.
And for what?
Don’t you think we ever get tired of it?
And why, in February, 2010,
along the Salmon between
Riggins and French Creek
did you distract Russ Henderson
from doing important road work,
making him snap that shameless
phone picture like he was sexting
your seductive curves
all across the globe?
Are you kidding me?
A perfectly round ice clock
measuring 100 feet in diameter,
casually ticking away in a swirling eddy?
Just so you know,
right there on the ridge,
he forwarded it to everyone he knew,
you pathetic peep show.
And by the way, Ms. Drama Queen?
Must you always wear your emotions
on those wafer-thin sleeves,
sprawled out in the channel like a nude in art class?
We get it. We know you don’t mean it,
that it’s only for the moment,
and your sweet vortex will soon again bend you around,
freeing your frozen fertility to prey downstream.
We have important road work to do.
Get over yourself.