Found by Brett Nelson

Found

By Brett Nelson

Lost in my own desert wilderness,
I am all seriousness and doubt,
longing for the straight road and a clear path
down to a destiny carved by my own hand.

Climbing over another slickrock ridge
just like the last one,
I stumble into a voluptuous little canyon
full of astonishing boulders, grass,
willows and running water,
with a spring and ferns! under a pour-off.
I’m sure I see two bobcat cubs
vanish under the rocks!

Letting the hand play,
I shelve my wanting
and walk the canyon’s wild floor,
letting it feed me down
until it spills me out its mouth,
no longer lost in my own wilderness.
I am found.