MANY REFLECTIONS I'D LOVE TO SHARE WITH YOU

I embarked on a nice little project: to reach the end of the last road and look out at the wild forest through the car window before I drove back to town. Of course you know how that went. There—well, suffice it to say there were diversions and delays. Nothing but. You're wondering if I ever got to the end. "I bet he didn't," you're thinking. "The point is he didn't." Well, I did. "So he did, but the piece hasn't ended – why?" I don't know. Some mornings the forest is quiet. Some mornings I can hear traffic, from way inside, and construction noise, and people talking, and it's real, and I know that, because it drives the birds up from the canopy, wheeling and squawking. HELLO, I call out to them, I'm ready to share my reflections now