Blown

We met in the icy waters of the lake one hot day in July. In that bright afternoon we splashed and grew close in the dark under the raft. An hour later we climbed onto the grassy bank and walked out on that oak the wind had laid down over the trout and flash of minnows. There, the sun turned your blue skin pink. In our leafy universe, I thought you told me everything. Next morning, we hiked our translucent path to the bright yellow tree that grew halfway up our hill like a lighthouse. The cool Wisconsin evenings gave us popcorn and hot chocolate in front of the fire, so we were anchored alea of the storms and through all the places we had to go… school, and kids, and jobs, but you never let on until the hidden things lifted their sails in a chill wind and took you away. Copyright Vol Lindsey 9/17/2009