what have you done to me
I pride myself on strength
both physical and mental
I could fend off an agitated bear
(with a few supplies)
you flummox me at every turn
I sense when you are near but it doesn’t matter
I’d rather face ten angry grizzlies than attempt a lame-ass escape
from you
I’ve survived endless seasons to earn these instincts
a quiver of arrows hangs peacefully at my side
why do I manipulate their shafts into dream catchers now
you can hear green skin pressed against chlorophyll
my forest camouflage is a useless cloaking device
I seek refuge in the trees
observe snakes coiling around branches
you crawl up my tree then my spine
until you’re in my head
a bad meeting place for us all–even the grizzlies
I scare them the most
when I’m at my weakest
grizzly-mixed media created in 2007 – thank you