Friday, April 13, 2007

Poem: Hibernation


When bear was hungry
She ate not a little. Salmon
Dead except for a twitchy fin-
A brighter pink when skins removed.
No filleting, bite and swallow.
The roaring rivers duality-
Claws once sticky are cleansed.

Salmon have no warning-
Spent from spawning
And collective memories
Of brutal leaps, they reside
To die. They nourish bear for full
Winters sleep.
Bears must dream salmon
Arching to create
A bounty in conjured splashings.

When bear wakes in spring
The cubs have a dream of land
Full of salmon and berries
And suckle sweet milk,
The torn fish warping with each gulp.