An Adventure

A haiku series, still ongoing

Packed their favorite snacks
And they ran away from home
Life won't be the same

Best friends til the end
Made a pact: Never go back
Never seperate

They crossed the shadow
The woods forbidden to them
There's no turning back

Worry in his eyes
"What if we can't get back home?"
A mischievous laugh

"Don't be a chicken"
And she pulled him by the hand.
She's a spitfire.

It's the wilderness
And the freedom of nature
Calling out to them

But what they would find
Could not have been imagined
An abandoned home

An old rusty truck
Under moss and twisted vine
Nature had claimed it

"This could be our home!
We could clean it up and stay.
You and me," she said

They set down their bags
And pushed open the front door
The house gasped for air

A layer of dust
Covered everything in sight
Beams of light shone bright

Was only a room
Abandoned ages ago
Waiting to be found

He pulled out a shirt
He packed for emergencies
Cleaned off the window

"It will be dark soon,
No time to look for water.
We'll stay for the night."

As the sun went down
They settled in for the night
First one together

The light of the moon
Shone through a broken window
Held hands in shadows

As the sun came up
He wiped the sleep from his eyes
All alone inside

He looked out the door
Standing tall, sun in her hair
"I can see a stream!"

Standing on the truck
Pointing off in the distance
With excited eyes

They hiked through the woods
Climbing over fallen trees
Clearing a new trail

With bucket in hand
Found inside the broke down truck
They hunted for life

And in half an hour
Arriving at the river
They were overjoyed

The waters were calm
The quiet interrupted
When she jumped right in

Cool, refreshed and wet
Sitting at the rivers edge
She caught him staring

"What's wrong?" she asked him
"Nothing," he quickly replied
Turning shades of red

Noticing tension,
She laughed and gathered her clothes
"Maybe we should go"

They drank all they could
Filled the bucket to the brim
And left in silence

The sun bathed the sky
Dripping, clinging clothes drying
Baking exposed skin

The walk back was tense
Broken only by hunger
And delicious snacks