There’s something about sharing a canoe with someone.
You’re in each other’s space.
Moving forward as one, you can’t leave this person
Sometimes there is silence.
Except it’s never really silence because
your paddles are swishing through the water,
sending droplets flying and crashing down,
making noise in nature.
But when the other person says nothing, not even the biggest splash
can break the barrier.
the banter flies back and forth without effort.
You make each other laugh and share silly stories
about the time you fell in a mud puddle at a school cross country race
or when you melted your compass into the plastic map case,
leaving it too close to the fire.
Voices echoing into the wide wild that surrounds,
two people connect