I stand…
Atop snow-covered mountain,
above the tree line, above
the valley split and pocked
by spring fed river.
In every direction
mountains rise to
meet the cloud deck and beyond
toward the sun, heaven, the unseen beginning.
Led by something within,
something unnamed,
shaped and driven by
what is past, ever present.
I watch…
Sunrise and sunset dance
with the moon beneath
star strobe-lights and the
wavering green veil.
I wonder…
If this is meant to be-
if this is home-
if this is the field to cultivate-
have I finally found myself?
I turn…
Away from the last road,
away from the last hand
reaching across self-imposed borders
and into the wild.