No Borders Author:Joseph Bruchac A Log — There is a log. — Quiet in the woods. — Life on it, within it, — all around it. — But we step over it — on our way elsewhere. — We don't even think — about being that log. — We want to be bright lights. — Stars. In the sky. — Another sun. — Or, at least, an eagle. — Flying. Not at rest. — Instead of that log — we try to pull ourselves — sheer for... more »ce of will