Looking at sunlight, east of the ash tree
and west of an oak forest that writes
the history of this valley/canyon. Will deer hop
out of today’s bright page? Where is coyote?
I remember how the bobcat killed
a gopher as it destroyed
my last butterfly bush; he came
when he heard my wail, rushed like wind past me,
and demolished the culprit. I did not ask for that.
If I had been quiet, one more creature
would have lived. Now, an imprint
of light and shadow holds the landscape
between past and future.
Gudrun Mouw (c)