If you call me, I will not be there
I will be in the forest, or on the lake
I will be with the wild things who know my name.
If you call me, I will not be there
I have left the cell on the couch
In a house that is far away.
If you call me, I will be
Sitting by a campfire looking at the stars
The towns far enough away to be visible only
By their signature of light.
If you call me, I will be wandering
In the marshes looking for egrets and the blue crane
who lands every morning majestically.
I once knew you,
Watched your hands, skillfully setting your course
Then I returned to me
To another type of journey
Alone.