From the Wallowas
We are enjoying a short week at our cabin in the Wallowas.
Yesterday I hiked to Aneroid Lake with friends David and Miles. Here’s a photo of the lake. Note the new snow, partly in shade and partly in sun. Not far from the lake we heard an elk bugling his mating call. He sounded pretty lonely. Hope it worked.
This morning a gorgeous fox was in the field below the cabin.
And here’s a little poem, written at our outside fire ring the other evening.
Evening Prayer, At the Cabin
As afternoon eases to evening
Swallows signal the call to worship
shooting the heavens
performing acrobatics of praise over the waters
At ground level
as a revelation
Sometimes two bucks,
or a single doe
quieter than breathing
Then as shadows lengthen and play tricks
“Is that a bear?”
“It’s a bear!”
we confess our sins
the bear swings his head to and fro, like a judge
Bats take up the collection
Creasing the sky above an evening fire
Most high in the sky
but suddenly one swoops low
Cover your head!
“Do bats really get in a person’s hair?”
“Preacher, that sermon got a little too close for comfort.”
To the owls
belongs the benediction in starry darkness
“hoo hoo . . . hoo hoo,”
then, just when you’ve given up,
a distant answer
“hoo hoo, hoo hoo”
requires a response