The creek in the upper brush sneaks closer to the valley
Nudging at clay and silt slowly wearing away it’s edges 

A bright yellow backhoe carries large grey stone
To drop into a widening creek bed where a girl  

The day before balanced on thin shale rock
Jumping one to one to one to cut across the low  

Sitting creek and pull themselves up with a young birch
To find a new path through the valley

Though now asked to stay back
She stretches then takes a step closer