I make my way

I make my way through hillsides spread with gold
and listen to the passage of the deer.
Now my city mind is brought to rest
and my wilderness heart awakens to me here.
No trail threads among the silver spruce
but has its double running through my soul
and, unconcerned, I let each trail lead me
alone, but never lonely, to its goal.
The hawk and eagle, beautiful and cruel,
invite the peaks to join them in the sky
and rise up like a challenge to the sun
while down below lie Earth and Beast and I.
And though I’m stabled in a city stall,
a part of me is still a coyote’s call.

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