We forge paths through bramble meander at a snail’s pace We pluck cattails chase ducks plunk rocks into brackish riverbeds Cicadas rattle Water hums We flit and twitter like the hummingbird grazing pollened petals here and then gone here and gone We climb thick, gnarled branches rest in dappled shade Grit in our teeth, our hair, our souls We crunch shells stack sticks scoop sand Gorged on nature, dirt-flecked, gorgeous We ebb and flow likes waves lapping lapping lapping Fully ourselves together
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Aly, this was a beautiful poem. The sensory details make the place come alive to the reader, like we are there with you. My favorite lines: “grit in our teeth, our hair, our souls / We crunch[...]”. So good.
Beautiful!! I want to go here with you!