Revisiting Up the Mtn, page 14

Poem #133
coursing  .  .  . streaming. .  .  . babbling.

       To me this haiku speaks of movement. It does so especially with the ings at the end of course, stream, and babble. Voices and throngs of what ? All in perpetual movement, first from the perspective of the auditory, in regards to voices. Then visual streaming of what again ? The throngs of voices, water, fish, them all ? Then the more concrete babbling of something more specific, the brook. To me this poem speaks to the movement of summer.