Day 7 in the Woods

on the trail

a big black bear

breathe slow
and think

eat me
hug me

no matter
what, is is

and feeling
the body is mine,
is a trick of mind.

I’m walking along
looking down

He pulls the trigge
rthe 50 cal. flies through
one ear obliterating the other.

Now what?

If you gotta make it up,
presence is being elusive

They say,“I am my brother’s keeper”.
I sayI am my brother,
for there is no other

a crinkled leaf
rolled past
i followed

it stopped.
i stopped,

smiled, bowed,
and moved on.