Crickwalking
July 10, 2009 - 6:02 pm
We’re thigh deep in the creek.
My feet in cold water
fish nuzzle between my toes.
Are you doing what I think
you’re doing? Are you really
going to-
Warmth between my toes
I think I’m numb,
floating frostbitten. But
your hands are hot water bottles.
You hold my hand on wet rocks.
If I fall, you fall.
For the first time, I want to.
