I can't decide whether or not I'm excited for
a cup of coffee
or at least breakfast at some place nice
a trip into the library to get a card and continue with my long reading list
shopping for a new mouse and keyboard,
a few more groceries,
and running a few errands for Tamarack.
But once I get there,
I spend an hour with paperwork at the health clinic,
and a cup of coffee doesn't sound that good.
I'm craving a sip of water from the well.
The gal at the library says I need proof of address
before I can get a damn card!
So I figure I'll just keep reading the dozens of anthologies I have leftover from school.
Comparing prices on mice is not something
I feel like doing.
The restaurants don't appeal, even though I am
as hungry as a post-hibernation bear
and it isn't until we get to Golden Harvest (the natural foods store)
that my stomach agrees.
I realize:
I am learning to live here,
I am learning to miss the woods even when I am away for a mere day.
Today was the first day I did not go for a walk.
I knew something was missing.
I am learning to live here,
and to enjoy what I eat, whether that's a
locally owned and growed
broccoli cabbage onion beet egg stir fry
or even, occasionally, a bite of mystery meat
from a poor creature who attempted to cross the road,
and didn't quite make it.
Even then I can chew and swallow, as long as I don't think too hard...
So bring it on, Wisconsin.
Bring on the clouds,
Bring on a thunderstorm when I'm out,
soaking and looking for a spot to pee.
Bring on a soggy day, bring on well-water
and a date with a tree.
Hell, bring on winter, I look forward
to this enchanted forest under a blanket of snow.
Bring on more veggies cooked in bear fat.
But please, I beg ya, just
no more muskrat.
