Directions, Or Lack There Of Poem by Alexzia Ferdinand

Dear, we wandered the map
and found danger in doves
and hope in fallen leaves.
you picked up cinnamon and called it a new invention,
i laughed and winkingly agreed,
Dear, we perused the world.
found danger in sunshowers
and hope under river rocks.
i searched for moss on the north side of trees
you tried to tell me- go west or maybe east
Darling, we traversed the earth.
found danger in flower patches
and hope with toadstools.
we cliffdived holding hands, but losing them midway
we entered a world, holding our breath, soldierstraight
alone in a splash