You tossed crumpled maps over your shoulder waiting for me to unglue my eyes from the steady comp***.
You leapt from stone to stone and branch to branch while I tiptoed across the rocks careful not to slip.
You filled every hour with chance and opened your arms to uncertainty while I held mine close in case the breath ran out. You thought it could be me.
You helped me play in the morning light without looking over my shoulder for the darkening sky.
You gently led me to mountainous cliffs with views that almost made me forget I could fall.
You drank my worry like fresh water instead of the bitter poison I thought was my burden.
You tossed the map and I can't find the compass and it couldn't be you but there in the middle of your palm lies my north.