We step into the past — by choiceOut intothe woodsAway from signalsof societythat keep uspinned intoFrameworks of consumption.Out here there is Nothingbut each otherand oftenwe can't standEachOther!Though we love deeplyTheseOthers whoWe share our lives withby choice orby birthYou don't choose your familyonly mother and fatherhave that privilege.Everyone elsemust deal with that choice.Yet brothers and sisters — siblingsMay be the only onesWho carewhen all elsehas gone…
