April 10, 2015

We followed the river to the falls
where the growth of rocks was thicker than the trees.
If we were lucky, a hint of rainbow
revealed itself in the white spray.
In the waters, the fishes darted quicker,
swifter, aware of the fisherfolk
who came in warmer months
for a more abundant catch.
"Nothing's changed much. That's good," you said.
"The world is the same as I left it."
You reminded me of a fire tree in the forest
alive with the reddest flowers --
a worthy treasure of your childhood adventures.
And here's you still, wide-eyed like a kid,
travailing a familiar path with a skip,
cheeks burnt pinkish with heat
pulling a smile as big as the sky.
Nothing's changed much about you too,
And that's good.