Sunday, February 27, 2011

Running into a Grizzly Bear

THE SMELL OF PINE

the smell of pine is in every breath I take,
the rain releases it as if it is a thousand butterflies
cupped in large hands and then uncupped
to fill the corners of a garden.
walking a steep trail established by centuries of animals
searching for better food and water;
bending down as often as I need to, making sure
an unturned rock with fossilized ancient life doesn’t remain hidden.
passing other hikers, more serious hikers with bear spray
attached to their belts like Western six-shooters
who tell us that peeing around your tent at night
will keep the bears away.
the image of us dancing around our tent
doing our best to guarantee a peaceful bear-free night
threatens to interrupt the perfect beauty of a walk 
through the sweet pine trees after a morning rain,
but the picture of running into a grizzly bear,
surprising him into attacking us and taking our bloody limbs into his mouth
was enough to cause us to turn around
and follow the bear-speakers out of harm’s way.
The next day we stopped by the road side with a hundred other tourists
to observe a bear in the far distance scratching his back in a berry bush;
he seemed harmless enough
and peeing around a tent seemed even more ridiculous than the day before.

1 comment:

  1. Funny! But peeing is the right thing to do! LOL
    We used to do that around plants that we did not want deer to eat. Works great, but does seem a little uncivilized!

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