Cadence Bommarito
If we walked under an oak tree,
would you even begin to gather the courage
to
turn me towards you?
I'd close my eyes and wait for what I've been dreaming.
I'm worried nerves would
soak you
but we'd laugh and splash,
our fingers running through the falls
showering inches in front of
my dreams.
The oak tree will remember us
and reminisce
on how lost we were.
Trying to maneuver through thickets
and brush
piled over mountain rock.
I called out for you.
MARCO! Oh polo where did you go?
I heard your voice but it echoed
through my ear.
Ringing like a blackbird
calling it's last chirp before passing.
His flock swarmed the sky
closing
and closing
overhead.
Yet finally,
before they reached us,
the sunshine bursted the flight
and glazed over us,
through the leaves
like they didn't exist.
I opened my eyes and my dreams were no longer dreams.
What once was untouchable,
talking to a waterfall
was now against me,
under the oak tree.
The mountain
and sun
and rocks
and trees
and birds
and falls
all going on as if it's nothing out of the ordinary.
But to me,
you are the tallest mountain,
the shining sun,
the smoothest rock,
the oldest tree,
the liveliest bird,
and the rushing falls.
I close my eyes once more, thrilled with my truest dream.
Unbothered by what would’ve come,
had you not begun
to gather up courage under an oak tree.
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