Myth Time

Myth Time

Rocks to soft moss after a day of rain.

Sitting by the fire for hours.

Walking into the meadow flat for more wood

under dry spruce groves

where nothing grows and needles fill the alcoves.

Then laying for seven hours at night

to hear barred owls fly across the lake, telling tall tales

and land on an island in the lake, to raise their children…

“Once, long ago, all animals were people, and

​ there were no people."

​ Back in myth time, as the owls grow larger with each word they say

​ living still in myth time.

Up 2000’ to Lost Lake, and down to camp.

Rain came again and stoking the fire

to boil white fir for tea

all day long.

Mist like muslin clings to peaks.

Blue steel cup, somewhat rusty, that Jacob uses to drink.

Piles of wood and stacks of branches our currency

to transform to light and heat.

The fire only thing that seemed real that day

the rest of the world locked in mist, far away

myth time.

Hundreds of bats against the ink blue sky at night.

Downpour and small lake formed

under Teal & Jacob’s tent.

Cursing the high use of the area, but falling asleep easily

to the rain, feeling warm

wishing I was

nowhere else.

Wake first in morning, like on special days.

Watch orange mist make swirls and spiral into the air for an hour

the light change on the lake, and listen to silence.

Sun gets up and there is hope again.

Two pikas squeak in a rockslide as I run up to a ridge coated in wildflowers, alone

but for four deer

making their way

down the trail—

One buck with fuzzy antlers pauses, lets me watch him

and parts the dew so I may pass.

At the ridge edge looking into another drainage

I spy a hanging meadow of green grass and spruce

just a little farther, maybe an hour around that cornice,

then down into the cirque on rolly-polly rocks

then up a small ridge— and I’d be there

a place where I could both live, and die.

But back down the the soaking trail

to pick up my sweater off a stump

then through a meadow filled with boulders and flowers

to my friends and family

and a long hike together

back to where we began.