we’re drawn to the bear
the three year-old mother bear
just ambles along in the grasses,
it’s just a quiet late morning for her,
for us, it’s different,
after 30 minutes of inching along
the bear-jammed road,
the kids pour out of our vans
with lightness in heart and step,
with excited eyes and snapping cameras,
we make the world for our comfort,
and yet still crave the world
that’s left alone and wild.
by Henry H. Walker
May 20, ‘15
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