Rendezvous of Ghosts

Following ancient footsteps
Of the Nez Perce
And snake eaters
Tracking game
On their summer migration
Into the mythical
Basin of boiling mud
Ancestral Spirits and
Spouting geyser

The land of megafauna
Hoof and horn
And the hairy eyeball
Shoulder to shoulder with
Their constant escort
Of claw
Fang and tracks
That in the gathering dusk
Walk across your grave
Right into your spirit

In this rare air
It becomes easy
To imagine ourselves
Somewhere
Back in time painted
With the stain of berry
And flower
Wearing the leather
Eating the flesh
Of our providers
And channeling gratitude
Into a nightly song
Danced around our fire
To the beat of a drum
All but forgotten