Out of Reach
there is no track back
through boulders brush and tundra
just caribou roads
and idiot wise goat trails
and bear-browse scat dollop paths
these hillsides unwind
into river rush abyss
into tombstone peak
no belief in my compass
still I trust it knows its way
the next land-shoulder
rises ahead shrugs off cloud
as i fall upwards
into a nameless summit
where empty earth breathes fullness
walker leave no trace
lover leave no fingerprint
poet leave no words
Ted Eames, 2018