I am back out on the BLM,

A few hours, a night.

I had forgotten how peaceful.

The stark difference strikes me.

It could be the ocean,

Or a mountaintop,

Or an empty grassy plain,

It would be the same

So long as it was wild and unclaimed.

It’s so much easier here.

A place that nobody owns.

I knew a man who lived far out on the BLM

Where no one would notice.

Perhaps this is why.

I need this,

My family needs this,

The world needs this,

A wild place that nobody claims

To be alone with God

And the silence.