Durmitor

Amy Hardy over at The Showbear Family Circus - Lancelot Schaubert's and Tara Schaubert's liberal arts circus. said ::

We’re driving

Sprawling hills

They roll and roll

A tiny street

Twists and turns

But also

Wildflowers

They’re everywhere.

He and I

Blue sky and

Paintbrush clouds

“Ireland,” we call it

We’re somewhere else

Entirely

Somewhere far away

From ourselves

We hold hands

A song plays

(I’ve chosen it)

Makes us ponder.

Our time together

Magnified

He stops to let me

Take pictures

Alone he would never.

He does it for me

We turn a tighter corner

Squirming, afraid

The landscape changes

Mountains, sheep

And narrow cliff drops

Rocks, moss

New scenery

I try to capture it

But it’s hard to

Comprehend

At this moment

We don’t know it.

That,

In two short months

We won’t be anymore

Life will unbind us

Scrape our entangled existence

Apart

Or maybe we do.

And that’s why

We hold on.

Another curve,

More perilous

Than the last

Somehow steeper, too

Pebbles litter the road

Striped mountains

An argyle of

Wind and boulders

I get out of the car

Cold, whipping air

Beauty

So. Much. Beauty

And pain

Our smallness

Our greatness

I hug him

Time can stop

If it wants

We’re happy

For this day

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