We step into the past — by choice
Out into
the woods
Away from signals
of society
that keep us
pinned into
Frameworks of consumption.
Out here there is Nothing
but each other
and often
we can’t stand
Each
Other!
Though we love deeply
These
Others who
We share our lives with
by choice or
by birth
You don’t choose your family
only mother and father
have that privilege.
Everyone else
must deal with that choice.
Yet brothers and sisters — siblings
May be the only ones
Who care
when all else
has gone…
