We walked on the path through the woods
far enough that our teeth evolved pairs of legs
and bought upscale mansions with the furniture
already in place. They left the price tags on everything.
The whippoorwills hid where the river was
and all they could do when we found it was sing
and that was alright, mostly. The ducks
were decoy ducks and the grass
was decoy grass,
but the water was just water.
The only solution for what we had
was a map unfurled and pinned in place
like a rare insect. At least,
this is what the dentists would like us to think.
Things erupt from nowhere.
They are limited to two of something
spaced out by three of nothing,
but even this a rare triumph of mineral
over flesh. Call it reintegration.
Call it wandering. Call it home.
We went too deep into the river
and were sucked into the gum of the earth
like an ant into amber. We were highways
stretching over a floodplain, we were random structures
that could only stay with us or leave.
We were things the earth gave back to us.