Cuyamaca Omen
by Alice B. Clagett

Once I ran
a leaf-strewn path
beside a sometime mountain stream
my family
ground its meal by

Young then, but lithe,
I was
the Silent Runner

It was the black bear
took my life
Still wondering --
What will this brave boy

. . . . .

Later I walked
Those mountain paths
Saw him fly by,
heading downstream

I stopped to nap
under our family's oak tree,
Woke with a start!
What's that behind me?

But it was
only a coyote child.

. . . . .

the air was full
of omens

What should I do?
I asked
my Cuyamaca dad

You are, he said,
My cherished one --
Go quick!
May these thy feet
touch not one leaf!

And so I fled
back to the quiet places -

. . . . .

Dad, dad!
Once more I am
the silent runner!

--a gift of love, May 1, 2017

photo by Alice B. Clagett

from "The Chalice and the Crucible"   Site home page: 2U3D

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