sleeping deeply or so I thought
yet creeping through the cottoned ease
a sharp crack
in the night a mundane daytime sound becomes a world
enshrouded in attention I remember where I am
atop this mountain surrounded by the family of aspen by rocky fans spotting the horizon by snow coated vistas no camera can capture by wonder
and the bear
trying again to open the bin
take his due for living amongst these humans
a rumble of wild grace asserting its primordial claim