Children picking through the rocks beside the river on a spring day. What are they looking for? Old green net tangled on broken pilings; a couple embracing on the tumbledown esplanade. Some fishermen drinking beer from tall brown bottles. Broken shells, tire treads, rusted aluminum pull-tabs— downriver, near the sun, the great echoes and the embers of the bridge; and upriver, far away, the echoing spools and dynamos of the dam, its forces crackling outward like the giant snow crab's jointed legs, like a web in sunlight, a net, a chorus of embers, like a plan the river is planning, abstract, afire and electric, glowing in the levitating rubric, invisible, visible to children, undiscovered: Brace yourselves—electricity is coming to us.
From Christopher Sunset by Geoffrey Nutter. Copyright © 2009 by Geoffrey Nutter. Used by permission of Wave Books.