Out Of My Depth

Here is so vast,
so empty,
so different.
People here
have special skills.
They endure the cold,
do not fear the snow.

I, countryside girl,
instead cannot.
Snowy tracks
are not my thing,
I walk simple routes,
so afraid
I would get lost.

Did I intrude
into a world
not meant for me?
Do time and money
atone
for not belonging?
Am I a joke?

Me,
here,
today:
privileged.
This is not a playground
for folks like me.
This is ancient,
wild and sacred.