Wednesday, March 7, 2012

Small Prophet – The Garter Snake’s Tale

    This, from 'Lives of the Reptilian Saints’
I saw a slender garter snake resting near the road
I wanted to believe he had made that journey safely,
all the way from the other side

I was so amazed that he was even still alive
Something of a miracle with the way this traffic flies

Something of an accident or maybe, a not so simple, random magic chaos
Now he’s left free to disappear forever, down into the weeds

Just a chance encounter with another world that’s disappearing,
just a glimpse of things as they’d always been: Living and not building

Surviving not creating, adapting not administering, belly to the earth,
moist tongue probing ever so gently into that warm summer air,
Not driving behind dark glasses with the tinted windows all wound up

And as I savored those delicate, mottled stripes
the wonder overwhelming,
I finally saw that he had shown me, that I had, indeed, lost my way.

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