These vibrant poems probe not just the five-sensual and emotional hiking of Camino de Santiago, but an ineffable sixth sense. The seeking is not religious, “unbelieving, I pray,” but a pilgrimage into mysteries of self, why the poet and her wife put their comfort and health at risk, “the suffering we chose,” vs. the cancer coda, which they survive by taking agency, by naming that trial a second Camino they must master in their larger quest, with that un-nameable sixth sense. They find “everything we need, in our legs,/and beating hearts,” yet still, we don’t know why. Their Camino is a test of faith in self, in life, and something universal, “our will to keep going, a mysticism we can believe,” yet never fully apprehend, “grateful to our bodies and minds,/for letting spirit through.”