Back on the BLM

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 sameSo 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 BLMWhere no one would notice.Perhaps this is why.I need this,My family needs this,The world needs this,A wild place that nobody claimsTo be alone with GodAnd the silence.