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.