We stand in a clearing of dense forest at the
edge of a river big enough to swallow us both
(if only we’d let it). You spot a white shirt up
in a tree, and we say maybe we should throw
our shirts up into the tree because this seems
like a place where shirts are not needed. But
instead we just linger for a long while amidst
the young saplings and smooth river stones,
taking great care not to look at each other.
When the day begins to fade and your face is
no longer sprinkled with sunlight, we walk
quietly back to the car. We have not left
behind any shirts for the next pair to find,
and regret swallows us whole.