Do you remember the morning we all walked along
that shaded trail, past the abandoned logging town,
until we came to a spot where the river thinned
and the bank could accommodate a blanket?
The children searched for rocks small enough
to lift and throw, big enough to make a SPLASH!
before crashing onto and remaking the river bed.
The ladies unpacked bulging purses and prepared
a light lunch, savoring the sweetness of proximity,
adding another room to the house of their friendship.
You and I tested the limits of our strength and wisdom,
climbing trees whose trunks and limbs called to that
child-adventurer part of our hearts—a part I suspect
will always be there, even if one day just a spark.
Robert Grant is a poet-screenwriter whose poems have appeared in DASH, Mudfish, The Esthetic Apostle, etc.—as well as on numerous unsolicited postcards to family and friends. Recently, he helped a retired US Air Force colonel write his memoir. He is currently at work on a family drama (screenplay).