At Wolf Cave, McCormick’s Creek, July 2014

Maria gabbed the whole time

we wriggled through the black—

which was good because

cool and slimy as it was—

I broke into a sweat

and began to hyperventilate.

Maybe kids love such worming

because kids are Tiktaaliks,

and have tough elbows and knees,

or just know the dank black home

we can no longer fathom.