there are slugs on the forest floor right now
and a grouse humming rhythmically
and thousands of the biggest trees
and bears and deers and 
a river crashing under, over logs and rocks in the place where I'd never felt small in such a way
and shiny black beetles going uphill in the evening and downhill in the day
i didn't even mean to rhyme
and I'm not even trying to be poetic i'm just trying to tell you that there's a place right now
like this