My body knows the way there,
winding verdant pastures,
a blue mirage of distant sea,
a moving hawk’s shadow above the world
and down mountain,
a fingertip brush of the earth’s surface,
a cradle of ferns, a stand of trees,
it knows the soft curves of the land like its own,
it knows the valleys worn with winds, ravaged by rain
and sun, it knows.
I know the way to return
to be mended.