We went off the trail, followed
a wash north west. Came upon
mouse track highway, shrub to tree.
I worried for you climbing steep slick
rock with all that extra weight
wrapped across your back, that
tender-small body sliding forward.
In an alcove above a pinyon, we
spelled the names of loved ones
in shadow with body letters. When
the sun eased himself below distant
cliffs, we waved our arms and became
invisible as our silhouettes disappeared.
My love, I ask you to tell me
is there anything more in life than
these simple moments? Any God that
resides elsewhere but in the
setting sun, speaks in a language other than
our harmonic hiking song and your baby's coo?
3 comments:
I really like this.
Thanks.
Martha, I love you.
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