we stripped bark to weave hammocks
ate river fish(?) cooked over sandbar fires
stared into a milky purple sky expecting dreams
to blaze across it any second
yet they did not
and we did not speak
fearing broken silence would
stop our hearts,
would carry our souls to the creatures
that circled now in this other sun’s sky
so we walked, and swam
plucked berries, and trapped fish(?)
skinned more bark
dripped silent tears in the dead night
as two moons feasted on our wishes