Sashiko
Summer among
the thousand lakes,
heat puddling
in valleys,
where glacier-cut mirrors
reflect peaks
striped with remnants
of last winter's storms
You, stalking
wild brown trout
from the tree line, creeping
around this, the first lake in,
five miles from our car,
which is ten miles
from the paved highway,
and (from there) another
fifteen miles
from the nearest
outpost
I, kneeling on my
flat rock,
at the base of our
acorn-strewn campsite,
wash the dust
and sweat from my hair
and cool my burning feet,
mindful of your progress
in relation to
the setting sun
For hours, the blue
of your shirt,
threads the edge
of the woods—
an elegant sashiko pattern—
appearing
and disappearing
from view,
until, as evening falls,
you are no more
than a small
speck
on the
farthest shore
(c) 2017, by Hannah Six
Photo: US Forest Service
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