Today was a long morning at work. I took my lunch break several hours too late and went for a much needed bicycle ride. At first I was pedaling furiously, lost in the thunder clouds in my own mind, taking no notice of the lovely autumn day, the wind, and the colors on the hillside when I went around a bend and there, just a few feet off the road sat a beautiful black bear munching on service berries. Suddenly everything was restored in the world and the rest of my ride I could feel the thunder clouds in my head slipping away even as they gathered on the horizon of the land.
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You are definitely braver than I am. The thunder clouds would've left for me too, but only because I'd be scared of the bear!
ReplyDeleteAll I can say is, "Wow!"
ReplyDeletei want to come live in your world for a while. the nature and all that. the no fear.
ReplyDeleteThat is so amazingly wonderful.
ReplyDeleteI read this poem on someone's blog today:
1
Sometimes in the open you look up
where birds go by, or just nothing,
and wait. A dim feeling comes
you were like this once, there was air,
and quiet; it was by a lake, or
maybe a river you were alert
as an otter and were suddenly born
like the evening star into wide
still worlds like this one you have found
again, for a moment, in the open.
2
Something is being told in the woods: aisles of
shadow lead away; a branch waves;
a pencil of sunlight slowly travels its
path. A withheld presence almost
speaks, but then retreats, rustles
a patch of brush. You can feel
the centuries ripple generations
of wandering, discovering, being lost
and found, eating, dying, being born.
A walk through the forest strokes your fur,
the fur you no longer have. And your gaze
down a forest aisle is a strange, long
plunge, dark eyes looking for home.
For delicious minutes you can feel your whiskers
wider than your mind, away out over everything.
William Stafford,
Atavism from The Way It is: New and Selected Poems
Your bear reminds me of this.
amanda, I've had so many bear encounters it didn't even cross my mind to be scared at this one!
ReplyDeletesilver fox, :)
painted maypole, you would be wlecome! The door is always open :)
hel, oh, thanks for sharing such a beautiful poem!