Interdisciplinary Studies in Literature and Environment Advance Access originally published online on July 15, 2009
Interdisciplinary Studies in Literature and Environment 2009 16(3):605-615; doi:10.1093/isle/isp053
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Recumbent Folds
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We're playing fetch the keys in North Creek. There are ten keys on three rings and a Swiss army knife with chunks of its red plastic handle missing. These are my keys, the ones that live in my pocket most every day. I throw the bundle again and watch them reflect the light before disappearing underwater, ten feet downstream of a waterfall.
The strangeness does not set in when Sophie dives, but when she emerges with them in her mouth, barking through the car and office and house and shed keys as though she were a golden retriever. I want to fret when my daughter disappears under the water and then emerges, pretending she is a dog, fetching, but I cannot. Sophie is eight, a strong swimmer and great lover of dogs.
I glance at the monoliths of granite that buttress the falls. It has been dry this August, and