You must promise not to leave me
long, cherished companion.
Without you, I could not be free
to hike the peaks of memory
apraising blades of grass with abandon
falling down each broken canyon.
Where stones have more significance
beyond lying cold, flat coincidence.
Do not worry, I leave them not unturned
though knowing you, confidant—
You will go back an return the turned to unturned.
For which, you assure me, I am beholden.

© Fae Hilscher