The Trail Companion
Union Valley Reservoir, Peavine Ridge
by Crystal Koch
- The sun rises, my sister and I strip off late night
and dive into home. Lake water glasses bare bodies.
I am molting,
shedding the covering the world has given me.
Cerulean surrounds my new flesh
as I sun on the rocks, scratching dead skin from
my senseful limbs.
She sits unclothed beside me
gnawing at roots, trying to taste her past.
Ants slink over toenails
and rest in the crevices of my feet.
I have been naked in these woods for hundreds of
her bare flesh slipping through the space
between time's cupped fingers.
We were here before Gold Rush nights
when men would kill for minerals,
before Jack, Dick and McConnell named themselves
on the peaks of Crystal Range,
before Hangtown was a tourist attraction
and Moore's Overland Pony Express trail was Safe-
She inhales pine and dry granite, exhales dawnlight
and looks across the lake
to the shedded skins we will crawl back into.
Koch is a recent graduate of UC Davis, currently
working in desktop publishing. Her favorite pastimes
include hiking, martial arts, rafting, and skinny dipping -
in private of course.
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