Day 7 in the Woods

On the trail
I’m walking
and thinking

a big bear

and think

eat me
hug me

no matter
what, is is

and feeling
body of mine
is a trick of mind.

I’m walking along
looking down.

He pulls the trigger.
The 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 say ‘I am my brother, for there is no other’.

a crinkled leaf
rolled past
i followed

it stopped.
i stopped,

smiled, bowed,
and moved on.