From my days as a young teacher in Plateau Valley Colorado.

The spring from which the wild elk drank
Was full of the clearest, cold water
of which I could hardly get enough
Especially that day
when I forgot about the confounding array of microbes
that inhabit and multiply in such places
And stuck my face in!

Not that I was so thirsty
Just to taste what they did
soft dark water
creeping down from the snowpack
filling me all.