I never forgot
where we started
the journey.
Do you remember?
How the unscalable mountains
blended the point where
the clouds and our spirits met.
The rivers and streams flow
with unmistakable purpose.
And we frolicked amongst
the crimson and verdant trees,
meeting with potent wisps
of flame and earth.
Can you recall
how we’d splash around
in pools of water
that turned us
to cranes to turtles to toads
and back to us?
It was the island
of our ancestors
in more ways than one.
What I especially miss
is sitting
beside you,
slushing down tea
talking about distant lands
of wolf kings and raven headed oracles.
And I know we can’t go back,
but why would you forget it?