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.
Funny! But peeing is the right thing to do! LOL
ReplyDeleteWe 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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