Loaded for Bear
We are stumbling from the cave,
slantlight dappling in the dazzle,
eyes blinded half-closed by the swoop
of sun banking off half-melt snow.
Rivers rainbow curls of silvery blue.
The scent of fish flashing is liquid
nitrogen to our empty bellies, our
growling hunger guides us to the trees.
The honey is sweet on our tongues
by the spring, half-forgotten liquid
gold of days gone by. We are leaned
down, fur-scraggled and dark-mawed,
voracious and wrecked, wild
in our insatiable need.
Postscript: I am pretty sure my creative soul has gone into hibernation. But I feel like it’s going to wake up soon, loaded for bear.