The potbellied man said it was amazing
his long hair tangled and wet
the skinny lady in a bikini from her long-gone teenage years concurred
"Put your hands over your head"
they advised
"It feels like bricks dropping on your head"
A bus of tourists from India scrambled down
the edge of the creek
They pulsed forward
closer
closer
We looked up
up
up
"Let's go!"
My brother-in-law urged
Fully clothed we waded in
to the pool at the bottom of the waterfall
smashing
crashing
clashing
Screaming in delight
At the utter joy of life
shattering into crystals of light
and heavy
on our heads
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