Lodgepole Forest

Walking in the dry forest
single note of a grey bird.
Peel up some bark
use it for a seat
lay down later same place to sleep.

Light rain in morning.
Wake under a log.
Open eyes to forest floor
scent of fresh mushrooms
growing from what has died.

Birds single song.
Walking through lodgepole.
Mind running like an endless river.
The morning and the day so near.
Evening so far away.