They come to the creek for water,
So stand behind a cottonwood trunk,
flutter like leaves,
pretend to be a locust,
stay quiet, and listen. Wait.
Expect nothing, a surprise
crossing the road at night
where the arroyo passes
over pavement,
or early in the morning
up the trail beneath
the dead pinyon,
or a shadow behind the ponderosa.
Follow the tracks, find scat,
discarded food from
the compost pile.
I don’t want to explain it,
but it seems this way:
on one side people live their lives
suffering, then dying;
on the other:
the radiance of the world.
Look!
There is the tail
reflecting sunlight.
There it is.
-Benjamin Green
Benjamin Green is the author of twelve books including His Only Merit (Finishing Line Press) and the upcoming Old Man Looking through a Window at Night (Main Street Rag). He hopes his new work articulates a mature vision of the world and does so with some integrity. He resides in Jemez Springs, New Mexico.
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