The morning after the wind storm
we have to stop the car for wild turkeys
who decide to turn back to the hill they just descended
before flying over us as we pass on
to the state park where fallen trees litter the trails
and we can hear creaking as the forest settles
into its new position.
Like those trees tilted and leaning on each other,
I am still settling
into what it means now
to walk through life with another person.