Bog Blueberry (Vaccinium uliginosum) and low brush Cranberry (Baccinium vitisidaea) Alaska

I want to follow

my insides–

they are the ones

who know the way.

They’re blind sometimes,

yet they take

another step

or just chill

right where they are–

blinded by the light–

a deer in the headlights–

mesmerized by

its possible on-coming

demise-yet frozen

in time-as we know it.

It’s dark inside–

outside it’s light

1/2 the time–

but darkness

is where wisdom


blinders or

shades are not needed.

Trust usually is enough.

A whisper suffices–

The smallest sign,


and heeded–most

often extracts you

from a vexing,

mired, bog

indecipherable otherwise.

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