12.15.17 Grief

12.15.12 Grieving for Connecticut

When I was young and in the mountains
I though of the harm
that comes and that goes
each in its own way
each in its own time
as I walked along no path at all

When I was young and in the mountains
out by the deep forest well we found
Cougar tracks and the
mere sense of a steel -muscled-
butter-soft-furred creature
inimitable strength
surviving in those valleys
which warmed me

When I was young and in the mountains
I knew people harmed each other, I knew
that to be was to somehow
assert instead
that we can unharm ourselves we
can choose another way but
sometimes some of us
cannot