Song 3
When Uri awoke the hitchhiker was gone. His belongings were neatly organized next to the fire that had uttered its last billow of steam an hour before. Uri blinked and looked for the star he had seen the last time he was conscious. It was replaced by a faded morning moon that hovered just above his patch of forest to wake him. He stood to sniff the humid air and stretched through the expected pain of sleeping outdoors. Curious, he looked back at the batch of moss and brush that had held him above the dirt throughout the night and studied it longer than he had his own shadow. He scanned the shape on the forest floor and marveled that this was his body. It seemed too large to be of this earth or to be of him. The morning moon glanced down over Uri’s shoulder and Uri stepped aside to
