when the bear rode

into the forest then

the hurling of a great

growl far into the passing

of moon’s shadow and

a flower still being

held in the jaw of last year’s prey

he told a story to the fire

“,every day

when you move along

in what you thought

was land, solid land, then

you find yourself lost and

locked in the muck of

a grounded place that will not

let you out even if you become

aware and find out how

to be in accompanied of

the idea of actually

grasping and wanting to be

so very alive,

every day comes with

the coloring of tomorrow,

every day comes with

the remembrance of today,

every day moves like

last month was yesterday

every day is when

you maybe move along”

then he shuffled off

to the bright side of

the forest where the trees

we’re lighting up

like new year’s dawn