A few days ago I set my sights upon a frozen lake,

Some birds flying that way had caught my eye,

I waiting for the Sun to go down and the city to go to sleep,

With only a backpack on my shoulders I set forth with excitement showing in my feet.

Through the silent streets under the glow of the streetlamp I did walk,

In ten minutes I reached the river and matched its pace with my talk,

The water currents rocked the reflections of the trees,

In a while I was in the woods and one with the breeze.



I began playing a game with myself,

Like an actor on a stage I enacted everyone I knew,

Different moods descended upon me,
I turned from a soldier into a saleswoman, and at last an old lady.


At the halfway point I stopped for a snack,

Suddenly, a lone wolf I saw gazing at me in the track,

We locked eyes and stood in sync,

He joined me and pushed me to the brink.

Nimbly and with speed we marched on,

At a clearing where the moon shone he did stop,

Closing his eyes in silence rare,

Such grace and beauty in an animal bare.

The river water sounded thunderous with gushing torrents,

We climbed steadily over boulders and steep gradients,

The temperature plummeted but bodies grew warm,

We reached the lakeshore at daybreak, newborns at dawn.

The path we had taken we could see now in the clear daylight,
Going up a river snaking through many meanders,

A journey equal in adventure to the bird’s flight.