I want to write you
a love poem as headlong
as our creek
after thaw
when we stand
on its dangerous
banks and watch it carry
with it every twig
every dry leaf and branch
in its path
every scruple
when we see it
so swollen
with runoff
that even as we watch
we must grab
each other
and step back
we must grab each
other or
get our shoes
soaked we must
grab each other

(love poem)

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral. 

It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see.