Equality in the Wild

The wilderness is indifferent

To some violent, in its indifference.

But when I walk past the rushing river,

The creaking trees,

The rustling bush.

When I listen to the birds sing,

The squirrels chitter,

And the fish splash.

The indifference feels peaceful,

And I am calmed.

The wilderness does not care who I am,

What I am,

What I have done,

Or what I will do.

The wilderness will treat my survival and my death the same;

With indifference.

Is this what equality feels like?

It’s the closest I have come.