GO HOME!

Oh, yes, the air was crisp,

and there was a lot of it, too.

From the overhang it was

a good five hundred feet down,

and out there the valley

rolled across twelve miles, they said.

Here on the edge, a scrubby

pine eked a living from what looked like

a bushel of dirt, and something

in that tree attracted a million wasps

to hover in the needles and climb deep

into the cones; I watched a long time

and could not see what they thought

was down in those depths.

I did, however, keep my distance.

When I squirmed out to the

lip of the mountain, one of the red bees

landed at my feet, and a second later

a black one jumped him;

they wrestled and rolled around,

I grabbed for my camera,

but they tumbled off the edge

before I could fire a shot.

I shrugged and the black one

came back up,

and groomed himself.

Back at camp, we built a fire

and cooked some grub,

talked late, until

I pulled the night in with me

and snuggled down for an

outdoor sleep. Just before I

dozed off, an eerie coyote howl

wailed in from the trees answered

by five more doing a little

Yip! Yip! Yip! Yip! Yip! Yip!

chorus in an arc fifty, maybe a hundred

feet out from my head.

“Hey, this is east of the Mississippi,

You don’t belong here, I thought,”

But, upon further reflection…

neither did I.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Nature...we don't own her, we just visit...and she politely lets us.
It is best to accept, enjoy, and honor her hospitality.
j.

[flowerrunner]

I love this! So beautiful! I'm new here - still learning what to write in a review. I'm also a new writer, so still learning what to do in general! 😆 Much admiration for your poem!

[Vol]

Flowerrunner!
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed it! If you want to know how to comment, review, or analyze the poetry presented here, just read what everyone else is doing. You'll figure it out.
Vol