The earth does not care whether
we are nourished by her bounty or not,
or whether we notice her or not.
She flowers for herself alone,
bears fruit unto herself alone.

Today I head north over water,
following something blindly
into the wilderness of ocean,
following something as primitive as love.

If you live alone long enough
your own life begins to make love to you.
It starts as casually as any friendship,
gifts appear,

It is night.
Morning will come,
but now, everyone I have ever loved
is sleeping.

life begins calving
like the glacier calves.
Huge chunks breaking free and
giving in to saltwater,

It is possible to move through the world
carrying messages to yourself
that you forget to open,