Not everything is revealed. Look in the golden eyes of the big cat. Pick up the scent of the territorial markings. Watch the moon rise in the late afternoon. Find the right spot and right time. Inhale. Howl.
Where The Cougars Live
I have something here
but nothing to show for it,
nothing but clean air
this high in mountains
where cougars live, where vision
questers might set up
to pass the crystal
night centered in God's long sight,
nothing but my heart
punching my old chest.
I have something here, value
added by stars, cold
light warbling among
the aspen giving shadows
life and me secrets.
March 13, 2009 12:33 PM
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This might be your "prettiest" poem yet. I want to be in that place.
ReplyDeletexoxo, Christopher!
Mmmmm. *Sigh*
ReplyDeleteHappy New Year Christopher.
Thank you for this.
ReplyDeletethat's a very nice pome. happy gnu ears Christopher :)
ReplyDeletei agree with all the above :)
ReplyDeletex (new year's kiss, a dutch one)
Ghost, my friend, yappy hew near to you...it's been a while since you been around. Hope all is well.
ReplyDeleteJozien, if your Dutch kiss is anything like Dutch chocolate, hoh boy!
You do indeed have 'something' there. Me too.....
ReplyDeletexxx