Monday, January 20, 2014

books and porcupines


i often think in walks and 
in books as walks…
these thoughts in particular, 
were ignited by alisa golden
maybe because i often walk in places that are deeply connected to land (not disconnected by concrete and asphalt) and are therefore punctuated by plants and animals and their relationships…at lunch a few minutes ago a porcupine made a zipper trail across my yard (from the woods behind the barn) to the arbor vitae near the road…that path is a tale of a limping sticky bear…what words does it think in, with?


what stories to tell?
what wisdom…or not
why take a journey across the plain of the yard
to the white cedar?

that trail is completely tell tale
and yet who, i ask you, who
is going to mess with this one?
a dog, probably, but what other yard visitor?
this one knows the way
to a penthouse lunch
and then home into brambly brush 
and then
anywhere

7 comments:

onesmallstitch said...

- you have a wonderful,diverse population of neighbors.

Velma Bolyard said...

yes, jean, some of them are charming, some mouthy, some pesky and some beautiful. just like most neighborhoods!

Valerianna said...

I know they damage trees, but I do so love porcupines.

ArtPropelled said...

What a treat! Amazing to see him against the snow.

Margaret said...

I didn't know porcupines could climb like that; I've only ever seen them lumbering along the ground. Wow!

neki desu said...

porcupine rock
having a penthouse lunch.

Velma Bolyard said...

valerie, they are such odd beasts
robyn, it's a small one, probably young and foolish
margaret, oh, they are always in trees--you should see their claws! we had a porcupine tree out back-an old ancient maple hollowed out with years of scat at the base.
neki, yep