Isabella

17

My hike to you:

This sun that I am under-
isn't climbing trees and trampolines, anymore.

This sun that I am under-
finds joy in embracing what once was mine, again.

This sun that I am under-
does not float down thy family river, without angst for future love, No!

Oh yes, THIS sun that I am under is jumping to hold the rock that catches the water, that catches me!

THIS sun that I am under knows little, but is learning, of wet tongues and giggling-
finger tip tracings and lingering,

This sun that I am under...