Being outside

bare

sky everywhere

 

the breathing

the white noise of the pack

the cacophony of the wild

 

step, then step, then step, then step

hypnotized by the horizon

making promises out of questions

Do You Trust Me?

 

The current

becoming water

Watching the blue butterflies fight

then make love overhead

following the alchemy

 

“i trust you”

and I ask for no mercy

 

 

 

 

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(written on computer after returning from the Foothills Trail)