My friends clamored for more stories of me

and of the guy whose arm hair I can vouch for

It started when we stopped on the same boulder

while bouldering         and we rolled with it

I have the grass stains and torn long-sleeve

to prove it

they also pose for the official portrait

Holding their smile     Holding their breath

like the first fish who tracked in dirt

because it loved firmness

and so a land-thing in love

it became.