days (incomplete)

morning:
we were all squinting
stretching out
it may have been too much sun

dusk:
presiding like kings and queens
conquering the small clearing
scrounged twigs ablaze

smoke in my eyes

and deep

widening into my lungs

cliffs, precarious

looking out for miles

it's empty

embers fading

it feels like home

night:

climbing back down

thankful i had you next to me

paths in daytime, treacherous 

night, absurd

eyes down to the pool of light ahead

listening for the echoes

after today

so aware of you

i could follow only the sound of your footsteps

your hum