When she wanders

On and on,

One step at a time

Into the wilderness,

The emptiness disappears.

And she is filled with

Flowers and moss,

Berries and bark.

The wind speaking her native tongue in

Whispers to her soul.

Floating in the infinity of the veil.

The coyotes call to family bring her back,

Reminding her the sun is setting

And she slowly returns home to

Sweet slumber.

Another day is done.