I left the road and walked down
to the brook below,
sat down on a rock beside the brook.
It was warm. I took off my sweater
and tied it around my waist.
Through the clear water, I could see sand,
white granite pebbles, black waterlogged twigs,
and jagged, silver pieces of mica
on the bottom of the stream.
Across the brook,
three teenage boys sat on a rock,
drinking beer.
I took out my camera.