Sunday, May 22, 2016

to breathe in its realness

to smell a bear

“I smell a bear!”

cars slow,
slip off the road
into spaces not designed for them,
people erupt out, 
cameras aim,

so we too join the crowd, the search,

we follow a black furtive shape
as it slips through the woods,
completely in its own world,
just exploring and looking for a snack,

our spirits smell the bear:
we need to breathe in the realness of its existence.

by Henry H. Walker
May 18, ‘16

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