12-17-2022, 09:14 AM
Do you remember?
In the fit of our youth,
we traversed the the Appalachian Trail.
Backs weighted by packs loaded with promise
sure-footed we strode over rock and root
putting winding green miles under our boots
hiking above and beyond.
The clearing, five miles in, offered
the eagle’s eye view of the valley below.
The expanse, larger than a single memory,
invited our breath to play.
Our two-person tent pitched,
orange against the white of peeling bark.
Nights we drank deep the firelight,
its flickering shadow cast against
a canopy of trembling leaves, we slept
drunk on the hum of stars, our heart beat.
Beyond the rough rock of the precipice
the fertile dark of an opaque future
stretched into the valley's depths, where
an unexpected night harvest of phosphor flowers
bloomed for us far below.
In the fit of our youth,
we traversed the the Appalachian Trail.
Backs weighted by packs loaded with promise
sure-footed we strode over rock and root
putting winding green miles under our boots
hiking above and beyond.
The clearing, five miles in, offered
the eagle’s eye view of the valley below.
The expanse, larger than a single memory,
invited our breath to play.
Our two-person tent pitched,
orange against the white of peeling bark.
Nights we drank deep the firelight,
its flickering shadow cast against
a canopy of trembling leaves, we slept
drunk on the hum of stars, our heart beat.
Beyond the rough rock of the precipice
the fertile dark of an opaque future
stretched into the valley's depths, where
an unexpected night harvest of phosphor flowers
bloomed for us far below.

