The Fucking Wilderness

Trees

Maybe I'll leave
for the woods.
Retreat
to the wilderness.

Maybe I'll leave
everything behind.
My clothes,
my iPod,
my phone,
my family,
my friends.

Maybe I'll live
in leaves and berries.
My only companions,
the raccoons,
the deer,
the bears,
the cougars,
the moose.

Maybe I'll bathe
in the most pristine of water.
The rivers,
the lakes,
the streams,
the ponds.

Maybe I'll sleep
under the stars.
Comfortable in soil,
rocks,
twigs,
dirt,
insects.

Maybe I'll take my clothes.
Maybe I'll bring a friend.
Maybe I'll only stay for a weekend.
Maybe I'll stay.