but last week I was tromping through
a chunk of country that was once my home--
or at least the place I lived from the age of nineteen
till I was nearly twenty-six.
(in large part because there wasn't enough time to knit or spin),
but last week I filled my pack with essentials
and went back to check it out.
hoping to come to some big old conclusions.
You know --
stuff about the past and present,
about time and change,
about life, the universe,
the wilderness and everything.
and the smells were familiar and lovely,
and I didn't get any blisters,
big conclusions were elusive.
says most of what I know so far,
and perhaps more conclusions will show up in time.
that plastic and wool
make excellent backcountry companions,
to my motley collection of supplies,
of fire, friendship, feet and all.