The Quarry

Over barbed wire
thru biting blackberry  brush
we rush
to our private playground

First to the point
a 30 foot plunge into the shimmering aquamarine below
the braver drop 40 and head first
breaking the sun warmed surface
driving in to the chilled depths
surfacing invigorated and alive

Next to the beach
reached by scaling sheer rock faced walls
a hundred foot drop
don’t look down
steady hands, sure feet
you need large stones to make it

Shaved gray granite tables
await at the beach
spreading ourselves upon them
we serve ourselves to the rays
naked as jaybirds
and twice as boisterous

An occasional dip to refresh
perhaps a trip to the other side
100 yards and out
scurry up the slope to Odin’s den
burrowed into the side

they say gay guys bring young boys here
“hey, I’m a young guy”
urban legend or
 truth stranger than fiction
never found out
didn’t want to

Living myths
Making memories
Days of exploration and daring do
friends fun and sun
Enough
to last a lifetime