Didn’t we once find our way
to the bottom of the falls, through
acres of smooth gray stones
and silent banks of ferns?
Didn’t we stand laughing, at the edge
of a green pool, needles of snowmelt
spray piercing our armour of salt?
And what did we do then?
Perhaps, we walked headlong into
a wilderness, returning hungry
and wild, none the wiser for our trial.
Perhaps, we stripped and bathed
in water pure as fire, judged only
by tiny lizards clinging to a fence.
Perhaps, we closed our eyes against
the sun, finding our way home
by touch alone. Maybe we simply left
ourselves behind, shadows wandering
among the pine-decked lakes?
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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