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

Together.

In This Moment. In This Place.

We Were Infinite.