And then . . . there’s evening
when the sinews
of the working river
begin to glow . . .
soothing the muscles
of the gritty row women—
out of the shadows settling into
bowstring on bowstring,
from some cavern recess high above—
the sauce of a cradled violin
licks fire . . . into every pore
of every creature
canyon rim to canyon rim
By Gregory Hobbs, Yampa River Trip
Gregory Hobbs has been doing river trips with Holiday since 2006. He has gone on six river trips with us. Apart from his poem And then… There’s Evening, Gregory Hobbs has written some other poems for Holiday. To read more of his poems, head over to the Blessing of the Rings blog post.