A Back Country Backpacking Trip With My Son
The depths we’ll go to find ourselves in woods,
to park the car a distance from trail-head
and strap my pack upon my back like lead,
then leave behind us all our shoulds and coulds.
This time to walk as slow as one can go
into the pine and knotted underbrush
to hear the birdsong over rivers rush,
a day of natural oratorio.
My son is by my side with every step,
a squirrel, he skitters along the trail,
he does not understand the need for flight,
a place to ponder every sad misstep
to see the wind lift the bird without fail,
we pack our packs into the starry night.