I take a daily walk as many days as I’m home.

Over gravel,
along solid white lines,
on the edge of clovered ditches,
under lines and lines and lines
of electricity –
wire and wood –
making our world go ‘round?
or making us go ‘round in it?

I see the same signs all the time.

There’s only so far a person can walk

                  away from home

in a straight line.

I came to a sign I’ve repeatedly read.

I know the steps it takes to arrive there.
I know it’s the place I turn

and go back.

 

But today I kept staring at it
and it stared back at me.

 

It was not the same sign I see all the time.

 

It said:

I read:

WILD
BEGINNING

 

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