I enter the woods, my breathing is labored; I wear a mask all day and I notice the difference.
I enter the woods, I breathe in while others cried out for breath.
I enter the woods, I feel free; I feel as if I’m a wild creature and belong.
I enter the woods, I find freedom while others find none.
I descend the dirt path and gaze upon masks that are trashed and mixed within the pine needles.
I descend the dirt path into a cloud of cigarette smoke while some wonder why the fire started.
I descend the dirt path into trash of masks and wrappers and wonder why they didn’t make it to the can.
I arrive in the city and wonder how my species and I can be so harmful to the earth and each other.
(A View From The Trail)
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