I Miss The Trees

My feet are bleeding
Without the benefit of
Fresh river water and
Cold mud. My

Back aches
For the weight of
My overstuffed pack:
Belongings chosen

By other peoples
Elaborate ideas.
We were seven peaceful warriors,
Each with a vision

Of the perfect trip
And each of us right
In spite of blisters
And tears.

Seven beautiful spirits
Seeing ourselves
In waterfalls and dirt

Finding
Waterfalls and dirt
Within ourselves