By Jake Mendenhall
Light poured through the dense trees,
We pressed upward searching for views of the sea
Only so much daylight left,
Our Time Is Finite.
Bird song filled the still air
And Sweat dripped from strands of hair
Feet patter over the dirt and the words pour out “Damn tomorrow my legs are going to hurt”
With the end in sight, the waxing gibbous rises in twilight
Standing on the summit’s boulders, behind me your arms wrapped around my shoulders
In This Moment. In This Place.
We Were Infinite.