In a story – a girl takes her backpack and runs
into the forest. The mist, the green, the smell,
and the quiet. She had been missing
for 10 days before they remembered where
they put her:
 
In the news, her parents remained silent but
the town sung of tumult. No child could have
walked away like that. No child could
ever wander off by themselves. & in a story
there was a boy that lived with a jaguar and
a bear or perhaps a dragon – deep into the unknown—
 
happy. And what frightens us? Satisfaction found
within ourselves? Autonomy to be what we are
to be?
 
In the forest a girl removes her shoes and meets
a pack of wolves. She reaches out to them and
wished to feel nothing but mud in between her toes.