We must return
wild,
guided by wind and moon
to find our way.

The journey made simple
When we find the way out of
the wilderness of cities.

Then
Into the forest
Along the shore
Up the mountain
Through the meadow
We travel.

Our sight, then, like a wolf’s,
Made clear by
Scent and touch 
More than eyes alone .

Our body, like a river
Bend and stretch
Run fast or slow
Over rocks, below branches.
Going home.