Crog like cave. Cave keep Crog warm
cave keep water and wind off Crog
when cold, and cool when hot.
Cave let Crog save meat, keep woman
ward off animal. Feel safe.
And so I sit in my air conditioned cave
with running water, electric everything,
internet-ted all. Heat, light, cool, safe.
Except for all those things so complicated
I couldn’t possibly fix them.
The loon screams in the night in a land
that is his land, lake, air, sky. And there
marooned in my canoe, hidden in my tent,
I lay out of my depths knowing that I have
become estranged to it all.