A moment took me where my dog had to do what we all do. Pent up in the car for five hours on long drive. My love asked me if the land I was on was mine. I said no, this is my family property. Some part of of it bothered me. He ran back and got in the car.
We didn’t speak for the next hour and I let it out. Why do you ask about property?!
in my mind because my tribe derives funds in a system, I thought she might be aiming at something of value of who we are.
I hit my hand hard against the wheel. Full of emotion as if I was betrayed.
She said to me, I just wanted to know he was safe, he’s 16 and he’s a dog, coyotes could have been out there and this is a time of season of that desperation. I felt so ashamed for a thought of jealousy that had monetary value of the value of my ideal design of a woman who can know me for what I am worth without drive. I looked back to my dog that is a place holder for us of life, him shaking. I pulled at the first stop so she could hold him like a baby.
I let the darker side of my mind get ahead of me. It became a small lesson where I thought I could not be better for the lesser.
I’d driven so long, her hand at wheel, she nudged me to tell me, this is where your grandma grew up.
I looked back to the seat in the rental car and see the babe, folded in her sweater.
the stem of this argument started about lead singer of Keane sounding like Freddie Mercury and I stand by it.
a story of birds challenging each other where all came down to blue jay and eagle.
in my mind I always wanted to make it into a print beyond a story. Height of planes where I look at clouds I imagine them somewhere top of mountains. I am taken by an idea I stand by, even if I shiver at a gas station by Oso. Her playlist comes on and
the concept of the bird and whale is part, in my idea a bond. When I was a boy thunderbird was said to be a powerful being that had lightning snakes at the edges of its wings. I have not seen demonstration of that. The challenge that posed me reading mythology where the Thunderbird to you people was the size of a hawk.
where the shiver trades place, ask why I am out at 4am leaning on a rented house.
I saw the coyotes work with the raccoons, somewhere the a thing my great uncle told me. Nature works in the night and she is mother of thoughts. my great void to see three that came to see me and because I was travel, I didn’t have anything to throw to them.
I n desperation I ran to my pocket of jacket on the bed, I motioned as a wait. I handed down a bar and they shared it. one of the three came up on the perch and pushed the hand down, not to say, I want more but as if to say see my appreciation, I place my hand and she crawled over my head and pushed her nose at my cheek.
if I were to write it with romantic notions she would have called me, but in all honesty, there is part of me knowing my place and bonds that cannot break.
I am back at a place I start.