The Mountaineer’s Daughter

returned to the woods to be unmade.
                  Her father went for the summit; 
she for the traversal across
                         the forest floor, and all that came with it:
the quartz-flecked trail, 
                                the soft belly 
of the stream slurping under her feet, 
                the grooves impressed on boulders 
where glaciers screeched out
                       a record of their passing.