Wandering
a curious ermine
Yes.
I am still wandering.
It was, after all, never meant to be a straight, safe path.
And I was never given a map.
I found signs
carved in trees
by birds
and
emblazoned in the heavens
by falling stars.
I heard the stories
whispered in duets of wind and dancing snow
and
left unfinished in the fresh mud by a
melting glacier.
I followed the lure of light born
in an ancient wood
that fondled the silence
at the feet of giant boles.
I am still wandering.
I am not yet home.
But I was never lost.
Coyote tracks in sand
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