The Twins of Scott Creek

Along Scott Creek the evening learns to pause,
As water holds the shapes it cannot keep.
The shoreline homes arrive without a sound,
Their windows drifting softly into sleep.

Each roofline bends within the patient flow,
A second world composed of light and shade.
The porches lean to hear what currents tell,
While lamplit rooms in wavering glass are laid.

The creek receives the weight of human care—
Of dinners planned, of laughter left behind.
Yet gives it back as something less possessed,
A gentler truth the waking eye may find.

So stand the homes, and stand their twin replies,
One built of stone, one borrowed from the sky.
Between them moves the creek, unchanged, content,
Teaching the heart how briefly things stay dry.