Maze of wooded trail, wrapping
interest into the middle of nowhere,
we explored like children, (re)discovering
the joys of bike riding and random turtle
crossings. Played hide-n-seek
behind the 100-year-old tree
whose name I cannot remember even after reading
the historical plaque at its base, eroded, irrelevant.
More important the arching branches, stretching
in bowed bounce, touching ground before returning
to the sky. Here we climbed, swung, jumped,
before retreating to blanket spread miles above
asleep in the warmth of the shaded sun
and each other's arms.