Belong.

I’m learning the difficult terrain

of the heart of darkness. No maps

are available. Light never enters

there. The brain is helpless

which is fine. I depended on it

too much to no avail. The brain

is what I am or so they say but I sense

another element, perhaps the soul

I’ve never written about ...

But birds

lead us outside where we belong.

Around here all the gods live in trees.

Jim Harrison