Kane

Kane

Never again did Kane and I exchange so many words as we had that day when we sat on the log together and he told me of his spiritual way of looking at things.  But since then, we now have this non–verbal bond which I strongly feel every time I pass him in the woods, in our camp’s clearing, by the water basin, or in Central Lodge.  I often think of all he had to tell me that day, of seeing with your own human heart instead being guided by learned stuff.   As he works his maul ax, I sometimes see his little mouse peering out of his pocket.  Giant man with little mouse.