coyote doctrine

Coyote speaks in the darkness at a distance in the forest as the mist makes the air heavy conductive Your soprano howl operatic swells and resonates through the air warbled and elongated

Coyote speaks
in the darkness
at a distance
in the forest
as the mist
makes the air
heavy
conductive
Your soprano
howl
operatic
swells and resonates
through the air
warbled and elongated
stretched out
and softened
so my ears
hear a song
a communication
that wants me
listening.
Listen!
Grabs me by both shoulders,
Listen!
and starts me
aching for the
wild places
the wild body
the wild harshness
of the wild things
running in
the wild black night.
where this thing
‘wild’
lives enigmatically.
Foreign?
No, buried.
And in the instant
you song mingles with
my breath
coyote,
its doctrine makes me
itchy
and agitated
with myself
I can no longer be
just a consumer
a client
a worker
a student
a citizen
of a civilization
I am rendered
indignant
undone into your
wildness
nondominant
drooling and aching
for uncivilized behavior
for the right
to outrun myself
to be capable
of surviving
the night
alone
with my back
against a tree
shivering and wet
with your
yellow eyes
my lantern light
living on the
sharp edge
of the moment
without a thought
of tomorrow
or of yesterday
or of myself
or of all there is
to be
afraid of.

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