The Great Bear

Never saw your face
Never looked
Into those haunted
Brown eyes
Never had a chance
To know you
But I felt your presence
On that moonless night
Loom larger
Than the dying glaciers
Of Montana’s garden wall

Through forced breaths
At the very edge
Of relentless shadow
I heard your questions
Concerns and agitation
With my kind
Stirring sleepless imagination

The very thought
Of salivating
Bone crushing fang
And three inch claws
At my fabric door
An insistence of reverence
And utmost humility
In this godless age

Precious few are we
Who enter
The forest of kings
And emerge
From towering pillars
With his petrifying blessing
To continue our quest
For any kind of answer