When you're out in it and not thinking at all
Become aware of the size of seasons
And a nettle grabs your skin but you don't notice
Because you've got to watch that overhanging
Manzanita snaking, roots spilled over everything

It all happens at once in the real world
Animals are right at home, it belongs to them
The glowing eyes across the creek are not your friend
How absurd and unnatural our other lives
Must seem to them

Glued to monitors and vendor's faces
Shoving down and shoveling out and pushing though crowds
Must seem such a runabout, and an odd one too
To a great horned owl, or a kangeroo
But we forget the absurdity later. We always do.