"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

19 April 2017

Dreams.


Just before dark

watched coyote take a crap
on rock outcropping,
flexing hips (no time off)
swiveled owl-like to see
in all six directions:
sky above
earth below,
points of compass
in two half-circles.
There.
And there is no distance.
He knows the dreamer
that dreams his dreams.


Jim Harrison

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