Rapt in ancient forest’s embrace
I yield to hunters who give chase:
Bend my bones to running hare and tarry
me, carry me from there—
in jagged teeth, dangling from mighty maw,
‘neath paws—yours now, rightly:
claimed in flesh and lying there prone.
Strip back consciousness from the bone.
Heady scent: the blood and the sweat—
The drum beats. The hooves fall. The net
cast, binds me: tremulous in that embrace.
I face my dark, and snap.
Tempo changes, and flying o’er the pine
I find me: whole once more.
Valiant crow’s flight thus ended,
back to those pines I descended.
Woodsmoke burns the nose, and awake
I see the moonlit branches quake.
The drum beat still thrumming in my bod, I
Gave sigh and silent nod
To watching beast beyond the grove’s safe light—
whose might I fled; it chased,
swallowed me, left me bleeding, torn.
So I on bird’s flight was reborn.