Poem #8: Landscape Poem

Upstream

Topaz topography
and turquoise ripples,
echoes of lost landscapes.
Icy cold and freckled parts
covered in cotton and sipping chamomile.
Our backs, our pillars,
as we support each ones fragile framework.
“Trees can talk. Did you know that?”
You gently move away auburn strands
from my unsure eyes.
“I can hear them singing out song.”
Cracked palms
weave their way
tangled tight between
what was once so tangible.
This moment,
interrupted-
by a gull’s covetous cries.
Hills and hills and hills-
pathways open to eager eyes.
And we are here.
Our island of insecurities
disappeared on this rusting river.
Where our bolder selves
explored the caves inside and out-
discovering each other in the cold, dark and uncomfortable.
Now blankets cover damp eyes
red.
A fire madly rages on-
a dance,
a tango for two.
But your eyes won’t meet mine.
“Trees can talk”
you once said.
Their chorus must have been lost in the oceans of blue.