A palm just scrapes the nape of your neck;
skies endless blue and a cradle of oak
branching off in every direction
The singsong of quality time
Di_srupted
(You’d think there was someone
Hiding
There)
As we rounded the upper trails
You urged, “Go ahead,”
“I’ll catch my breath.”
& I never saw you again.
–LM
Note: I am quite fascinated with the ongoing, unexplained cases of missing people in national parks, though I cannot translate their horror. My heart goes with each family touched by a situation like this.