01-22-2003, 12:00 AM
For the white goddess and the wolf:
Tonight the coyotes have come out of the hills--even with all the traffic and the people, they slide wild and smart through the trees, and around the city homes, and cross the busy streets-- and they wait for no one. Dawn is never far away, the moon always full in their amber eyes. Little dogs and cats vanish before their ancient movements--which are eternal. Like the earth which brough them here--and to whom they will return, certain of their lineage, certain of their end.
I stand at some road side, and await their return--they are my friends, my brothers, and all shapeshifters--savage--my other-worldly kin.
I raise my eyes, yet feel only the sureness of their movements, the grace of there humility as they glide through this life, hungry and watchful and perfect.
And as I watch them, amidst the traffic, and the noise--I know the trails in the hills, no matter how burdened--brought them here--and will take them back.
Peace
Tonight the coyotes have come out of the hills--even with all the traffic and the people, they slide wild and smart through the trees, and around the city homes, and cross the busy streets-- and they wait for no one. Dawn is never far away, the moon always full in their amber eyes. Little dogs and cats vanish before their ancient movements--which are eternal. Like the earth which brough them here--and to whom they will return, certain of their lineage, certain of their end.
I stand at some road side, and await their return--they are my friends, my brothers, and all shapeshifters--savage--my other-worldly kin.
I raise my eyes, yet feel only the sureness of their movements, the grace of there humility as they glide through this life, hungry and watchful and perfect.
And as I watch them, amidst the traffic, and the noise--I know the trails in the hills, no matter how burdened--brought them here--and will take them back.
Peace