A Desolation

 Now mind is clear
as a cloudless sky.

Time then to make a
home in wilderness.


What have I done but
wander with my eyes
in the trees? So I 
will build: wife,
family, and seek
for neighbors.


 Or I
perish of lonesomeness
or want of food or
lightning or the bear
(must tame the hart
and wear the bear).


And maybe make an image
of my wandering, a little
image—shrine by the
roadside to signify
to traveler that I live
here in the wilderness
awake and at home.

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