What we did then (Day 1185)

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