6.

And I am so glad we brought our friends
to the spot where rippling glass sounds like
laughs as it slides over a rock shaped
like shoulder blades.

And I am so sad that all of the Time
you are feeling something that's brother
is drowning, whose mother is screaming,
whose father is rage.

And I am so unsure of what will come in
all of the tomorrows I will tie to you.
Perhaps we'll come back to the sneezing creek
stealing our insight.

Or perhaps we'll leave on a haze of
imagination and planes and turn scary days
into adventure games where we'll let
uncertainty fill our sails.