these stolen moments of rediscovery
I can hear the peepers here too
They are faint, drowned out by the sound of the stream
Water rushing over rocks
I’m in the middle of nowhere, in northern Pennsylvania
Tucked inside the forest
In a house built with mostly two hands and a whole lot of knowhow.
Today we went for a short hike off the windy road
Along the Quehanna, alongside the water
Flowing quickly down the mountain
It felt good to have another soul there with me
To have THAT particular soul
Discoveries and moments
We don’t steal, because we are given
Well sorta.. with a kid it’s always hard
So maybe yes, we did steal this one
Just the two of us: me hiking fast and taking pictures
You telling stories and echoing my delight at being in the woods.
I know it’s hard these days.
I’m not easy to deal with.
The ebb and flow of emotions.
But you continue to love me unconditionally
You trust me still somehow
Despite me not deserving it
You wait patiently for my return
For my discovery of you, us, our family
Through so much of your own heartache
Through much of my own
And it’s hard to think of anyone I’d rather continue this journey with
Especially in these stolen moments of rediscovery
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15 April 2017