I've lived here my entire life, in the wild. My home is the canyon lands of my parents. I trek the steep ravines and eat the sweet grass that finds its home there among the granite rocks and desert cactus. Sometimes I eat the cactus, too. Sometimes I suck on rocks when the rain hasn't come. There's not many of us left, donkey that is. Do you know the donkey? We are a kind of wild donkey, once tamed, now free again. I don't know if it's possible any more, becoming free again I mean. There's not much nature left to feed upon these days. I don't recommend that choice, even for donkeys. There is quite a steep curve. Mistakes are not a good idea when living in the wild, and who doesn't make mistakes? .
The reason I mention it now is an encounter I had the other day that I can't stop thinking about. It was at the bottom of the canyon, about half-a-day's trot from this very spot. I'd a hankering for the sweet grass that grows in late summer in the sand deposited there during our gentle spring runoff. It has a taste of far-off lands I can only dream about. I'd been munching away pleasantly. I could graze for hours with the sound of the stream in my head, when I noticed something in the water. At first I couldn't tell what it was. Then I thought it was my dear mother visiting me again. .
Finally, I saw it was a skeleton partly sticking out of the water, and partly just visible beneath the ripple of the water. It was almost buried in the sand and rocks of the stream bed. I hadn't expected it. For all I know, the skeleton could be my mother. However, that I was with her at the end and knew that it couldn't be her. It was more likely to be my father who disappeared one day, although we were far from this spot. It probably wasn't either of them. The skeleton it made me think about them again and so in a way they were there with me, there from the first moment I began wondering what my future meant. I didn't intend to dwell on the skeleton.
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