I fell asleep with an idea, but when I woke up, I’d lost it, as when, approaching the rabbit on the trail, it took off into the brush. I followed, clearing the warblers, fixing their gaze. Ruining something felt like a reason to proceed. Looking out at the view— dense swaths of pine, the bay, all three bridges half-submerged— I waited for a sign to go back, the mind saying enough or what next or there’s nothing here.