Nature clears,

like writing,

like wind,

and the sky is bare

and blue again.

All the furrows

pushed beyond

the horizon till

they don’t peek

over the edges

anymore.

I need nature,

like solitude,

wild and unknown,

yet I feel very at home

following the imprints

of the moose

that came before me.

I am like her,

escaping,

hiding,

waiting.

When the water is still

you can see the pebble

drop down inside

and the ripples are free

unhindered and circle out

gentle

and then

still.