A Cabin Deep in the Alaskan Woods
Dalton Johnson
The pilgrimage starts
Across the bay, through the woods
To our interim home
Bushwhacking our way
Through reconquering alders
and crossing a creek
We step back in time.
Void of electricity
and running water
A sanctuary
from daily interruptions
to reset our lives.
A space to reflect
with room to contemplate meaning
to return, grounded.
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