I visit these woods,
stranger to a foreign land
of conifers (juniper
and pine)
the currants, manzanita,
snowbrush and boulders
holding to the earth
and being held
one and the same
this network
of connections
of tracks I follow
in snow to let go,
to never step too far with,
I only want to be close to
breath in the cold,
the stillness, aloneness
of how the animal chooses
its range of solitude
I want to be a part of
keeping the distance,
holding wildness close.
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