If we think long enough,
rivers float to the sky,
streaming from the earth,
like glistening beams of light,
they shimmer.

Careening ‘tween clouds,
in patterns of memories.
Their gurgle make sounds,
like babies mouthing words,
they speak to us.

If we dream deep enough,
sidewalks curve up to the sky,
growing from the ground,
to ancient redwood heights,
they tower.

Paving past the moon
in textures of memories.
Their bricks lay down,
like heads on soft pillows,
they sleep with us.

And so just a boat
or a bike,
And so just a swim
or a hike,
we will see you where the rivers run,
and sidewalks end.
Where nature belongs,
where nature begins.

-Abet