Nov 232015
along the goat path
winding who-knows-where
our foursome
resting on a rock ledge
chewing trail mix
talking about luck
who’s lucky
who’s not
look oh look
one of us points
a wolverine loping
through gnarled dwarf conifers
sniffing like a hound
toward his next meal
in silence we witness
this chance of a lifetime
lucky us
watching him flow
as if he’s swimming
through undulating meadows
of yellow lilies
and crystalline rivulets
of glacial alpine streams