[lit-ideas] A second Tuesday Poem

Woden's Meditations

 

                        I

 

            In my ennui I leaned

            Looking across the breaking wave-crests,

            Around the coagulating seaweed

            Brown patched at the brim

 

            Of the ocean's patterned slosh.

            From the mountains wolves howled

            Pulling me back with their love,

            Tying affection to me

 

            They paced the forest's edge

            Shaggy with tongues lolling,

            Elated, those gray, glossy

            Jumping bright beasts.

 

                        II

 

            I took them to the backwood

            Timberline where we sniffed

            The pungent scent of deer

            From the wind's warmth.

 

            I let them turn to the dead-end

            Letting them see

            In their rim-world

            What they could do.

 

            Fleeing the boxed in

            Canyon the deer flew

            Before my howling pack

            Till their howling was sated.

 

                        III

 

            I would see them hunt alone

            Someday in gaunt packs

            Sprawled through elk forests

            And snows of caribou

            Till a hundred years go by

            I would see them grow

            Calling my blessing forth 

            To their fierce hearts'

 

            Howling the last arctic

            Corner for hollow-eyed

            Fleeing musk ox

            In my midnight sun.

 

                        IV

 

            There would be time

            In the green sea

            To teach the docile shark

            The smell of blood;

 

            The killer whale to rip

            The blue-fin's lips loose;

            The otter to tear-

            Frolicking fish up.

 

            Even to make piranha

            From the raging anger

            Of my meditating

            The coming of man.

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