A Dancing Memory
Remember the sound of glittering air
dancing around our small bodies,
and weaving through raspberry thickets.
Remember the pines,
shrouding the cabin like an oversized blanket.
Remember the stars,
resting like little eyes in the black velvet of the night,
shining with curiosity.
Remember the forest floor,
lush and full of life under our grubby feet.
Moss providing seats for our dirtied pants.
tall and lean like a tree,
feet anchored like roots,
arms outsretched like branches
awaiting our fall.
Remember dirt roads,
rocks crunching beneath us as we travel,
destination unknown but minds satisfied.
filtering through the trees,
sifted onto our sunburnt and freckled faces.