Terry Tempest Williams, River Music

I am no longer content to sit, but stand and walk, walk to the river, surrender my body to water now red, red is the Colorado, blood of my veins.

Ryan Haberman, "Sleeping in Candela," Black Warrior Review 35.1

Nobody had an interest in water following the floods. Mostly there were fires. The sky turned black. I fished and the fish didn't bite. For days, all I reeled in were lost fishing poles.