When the soul lies down in the grass, the world is too full to talk about.
Ideas, language, even the phrase
each other doesn't make any sense.

- Rumi

Thursday, December 9, 2010

skiing

Returning from my favorite ski spot in the woods,
 Skiing back down the trail I had just groomed with my skiis .

I saw moose tracks covering my own , nearly the entire distance back.

And I wondered if like myself , the moose curiously put his' hoovstep' into mine ,
wondering . . .  whom this might be.

Measuring his own print against the size , width,( my case, length of ski)
of this someone . . . this unusual creature with very looooong hooves  ? paws  ?  feet ?
Would he indeed ponder this ?

                            I just wondered. . . .
M'Larky

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