On Saturday we took a morning trip to Snoqualmie Falls... afterward, I started searching for poems about falls; even the smallest reference would do. Nothing was catching my eye until I came across the poem "Saving Minutes" by Jonathan Galassi. It begins:
You were in bed.
You heard your mother working in the kitchen.
It was still light, the birds were bickering,
the waterfall behind the house was falling.
Its rushing lulled you,
you loved the moment you lay in,
and you counted the time
from this instant
and put it away
to be lived on another night,
your wedding night or some other night
that needed all the luck,
all the saved-up minutes you could bring it.
...and it goes on. Finding poetry that speaks to me has always been a challenge; discoveries like these feel significant. You can read the poem in its entirety at The Poetry Foundation.