All these years, I didn’t know that Tony Hoagland had written a poem about Barton Springs, and I discovered it the same weekend I went to the springs for the first time in years, still using the paper swim pass a friend gave me in 2002 when he moved away from Austin. I went with out-of-town friends, after a hike on the hot and dusty greenbelt, and I agree that it is a marvel. So is this poem. Truly, I hope Tony Hoagland found his way to the water many times before he died.
“Now, because all things are joyful by water,
there just might be time to catch up on praise.”
