there we were, within reach of the river’s grasp,
discarding our clothes on the bank adjacent to our clay pots.
our well water had receded into the earth, compelling us to
stretch across the woods
& on discovery of Orhionmwon, our first thought was to dive—
frolic in the teeming blue.
as kids, we grasped every occasion to be merry,
our laughter birthing universes of wonder.
then, everything else sailed into oblivion:
the low-hanging sun in the expanse,
our parents anticipating our arrival,
the clay pots on the bank longing to be filled.
when we remembered ourselves,
we surge headlong to retrieve the pots, brimming the hollows.
clad, we trekked the long pathways that led home.