We ditched our shoes at the edge of the forest

Grass crunching and rustling softly beneath our toes

The wind caressed warm and sweet

And the stars shone bright and proud over the low undulating hills

We tumbled down the slopes, laughing hysterically

And twirled and spun like youth drunk on moonlight

Or love

And tickled each other into quiet piles of wonder and heavy breathing

We stared in happy awe at the silver-punctuated blue-black sky

And hid huddled close from the man with the flashlight

Close and thrillingly wild, nervous in the dark

We leaped onto the bridge, warm and wooden warped

The creek rushing low and far below

And tentatively stepped onto the rails


Then reaching out a hand, certain

That neither could walk this path alone

Nor would ever want to.