the heart opens
at the edge of the eye
like the flick of a squirrel’s tail
like the flick of a deer’s tail
shadow inside shadow
a movement, a blur
a quiver of light
a thicker darkness
like trying to grasp
a handful of mist
like sound in fog
distant
then close
tapping your ear
then gone
black loping through trees
articulates
into bear
walking a familiar path
on a clear winter day
ravens lift
all at once
suddenly
avalanche
the mountain comes down
you’re breathless
you’re broken
you are permanently
irrevocably
irretrievably
lost
[Click the image to see credits & larger sizes at flickr.]
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