With Soil, Sweat and Grit

The hike puts a pant in our hearts, leaves us with soil, sweat, and grit on bits of skin few hands can publicly reach without blushing a little. My soles and toes sizzle when I plant them unshod on moist soil. My lips (with a wicked old grin) sigh the delight covering the flesh of my feet. My hiking buddy barks at a squirrel that pays him no mind.

Before the sun can twilight the tips of treetops, I pitch our tent. Firewood isn’t difficult to find—my tree sisters don’t mind sharing their dead bones with a soul who cares for their green.

With shelter and grub set for the night, I peel off my threads and run skyclad for a dip. My pup jumps into the stream first (bark and splash, bark and splash). The river is cleansing bliss. It removes dirt, too, so I scrub myself and the pup. Too soon, my pup strolls away yawning… leaving me to swim alone and to grin at the woods on my own.

dirt coated
white pup in the woods,
lies in shame

linked to dVerse (Haibun Monday, 8)
and
the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Tuesday Platform)

Puppy Covered in Dirt

Of Wailing Salts

Memories of you are often
full of mirth
dancing all over my face,
brightening all the dark
in my eyes.

But not on this day,
when the absence of you
drowns my all in oceans
of wailing salts,
that sting, sting, sting…
until my heart is pickled
in bittering waves of loss.

Memories of you make me
weep with smiles that hurt
so deep, but
they remind me you’re alive
in my memories of you.

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linked to Prompt Nights and Poets United (Poetry Pantry, 291)

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