Photo taken at Wallace Falls


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.