I am back out on the BLM,
A few hours, a night.
I had forgotten how peaceful.
The stark difference strikes me.
It could be the ocean,
Or a mountaintop,
Or an empty grassy plain,
It would be the same
So long as it was wild and unclaimed.
It’s so much easier here.
A place that nobody owns.
I knew a man who lived far out on the BLM
Where no one would notice.
Perhaps this is why.
I need this,
My family needs this,
The world needs this,
A wild place that nobody claims
To be alone with God
And the silence.
