Belonging

 

Recognition of the cygnet song

cut out of the coal sky

street light the scissor

your soul leaned forward

.

Brother trickster visited the meadow

and startled you from sleep

Yap and Yowl as prey grew weary

to rise and join, taste warm flesh

was not an unquieting thought

.

Stood in the current

daylight yielding to shadow

the silent speaker slid overhead

alit atop a pine

in knowing conversation you spoke

about the coming winter

.

Stared past the fire, aroused by ear

and searched for, a beam illuminated

two silver dollar eyes

four feet off the forrest floor, ten inches apart

the fear you felt, virginal and wild

.

Waited by the highway, thumb extended

a sudden solitude arose

a dance began in four directions

and a song came from the earth

.

Howl, little brother, yours is not yet heard

Copyright (c) 1995 by John C. Amoroso