A familiar place,
would be so near my eyes
I’d have to stop and look around
see the trees, shelters near by,
a place we might see skis
or bicycles moving by,
while the two of us,
you and,
me and,
we could be together there
alone
I’d reach out and touch your shoulder,
your smile that energy that wave of wonder
would electrify the air around me,
us, around us,
it really would be us out there
with the forest nearby,
able to mute the dialogue that would
tear us apart,
if we just we keep looking at the trees,
all the leaves, the wilderness,
no answers there,
just the beauty,
you and me,
the trees …
and then,
came along a sudden breeze
sentient sensations
you and me.
© Scott F Savage 9/2020
