the lone-wolf mind:

setting out in
advance of the
tribe

with weather
& animal

the boat of nature
in the sea of universe

to see the illusory
curtain that is sight

&
be comfortable with that

to recognize one's
breathing is the clock
of existence

&
be comfortable with that

to mark time with
every step & every
thought

knowing that your
life is not even
one sedimentary layer

of the billions
you traverse through

&
bone piles
where the
ancients lie

they have become cliffs
in bear midnight:

are the silhouettes
of night

on the path.