We blew out sixteen candles last weekend 

So obviously we’re adults now

Neck deep in the rush of the river 

Currents swirling around us 

Abstract patterns coat our limbs 

Across the other side 

Atop a perch of dust and mud 

We skim stones 

Watch the pebbles hop excitedly across the surface 

Saturated in an unspoken contentment 

Coated in mid afternoon sunlight  

Sprawled across the stones scoffing sandwiches 

We exaggerate stories 

Blinking at the sun 

The sky’s so pale it’s hard to spot 

Burning our skin 

Bleaching our hair 

Doing anything but what we’re told 

Photo by Jp Valery

Categories: Poetry