By Kaitlin Bryson
Turkey Creek, Gila, NM
October 16, 2016
I do not belong to another –
to an entity, to a body, to a culture,
or to a country.
inner is outer
within and without.
I see things most clearly when looking at the ground
not with my head down, with my head level – and
when I observe roots growing into stone.
I see things most clearly when I trace lines in the forest,
when I am deafened by the desert,
or while walking through a living stream.
I see things most clearly when a cactus makes me bleed.
I do not belong to another
I don’t even know what belonging means.