I carry the books with me always, knowing now they were filled with  descriptions of things seen and unseen, of things waiting to be looked upon.

Who are you today?

I spent many days in the bush,
it was magnificent, without artifice,
most often only the ground
beneath my feet. And well met by
everything alive within the woods.

If I could say I left no mark behind,
I would prefer that be true. In the
moment I did no harm, I moved with
caution and respect. So carelessly
I moved with caution and respect.

I’m always welcome in the forest still,
no need to remember who I used to be,
it cares for only who I am. Always it
restores to what it was before we met,
and I am always more when I return.