in love and in nature

you hear roar
a half mile away.
through the woods, the marked
trail.

water breaking on rocks.
the thunder
of untamed
waves against the grey
sculptures.

people drown here,
slip in
getting too close to see
the violence,
the turbulence.

how long have these falls
existed,
a million years,
perhaps, longer.

and when we're gone, others
like us
will get to too close,
alive
with the danger.

taking the risk,
but knowing better.

there is a thin line
between life and death,

in love
and in nature.