Sage sips the dryness from the hillside
Grasses twitch erect
Distant river gargles rocks
Lichen grows orange on stone.
We wait under a half moon while
The heat dispels and mountains
Swell with purple.
What do you bring us?
Lamar Valley sweeps clean
The ticky-tacky tally of centuries.
Bison rumble patiently
With primordial power
In their skeleton mass and wool.
Waiting while mountians purple
We are touched by the flicker
Of starkly wild lives
Clear and raw before our eyes.
A glimpse of your society
So rightly afraid of ours;
A look into your knowing eyes
So readily like ours;
To see you moving freely
Along the valley we can only visit,
To see you claiming your game and your land
Feeds the tiny bead of hope that has receded
To our innermost souls as the forest falls.
If we can see a Wyoming wolf tonight
Perhaps we will see the Earth cool down some
Mabon Sept-Oct 2007 Earth First!