It was a fine morning to hunt. Snowing.
But then I thought I didn’t want to leave
any track for God to follow me.
I was content to stay inside,
leave no sign. And if God wanted to track
me, my heart was crisscrossed enough
with my recognizable track to follow.
Not that I mind being tracked by God –
I return the favor – but the beauty of the snow
on the ground and continuing to fall
changed my dreams to later in the day,
to the time before dusk. Who’s to say there
won’t be other sign on the ground and I
can walk into the woods unnoticed,
hunt and meditate quietly no longer certain
if I hunt to meditate or meditate to hunt
though certain I don’t want another
hunter close to me.
-Byron Hoot
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