I feel like a bear waking
to no breeze, hearing
birds, looking to the sky
with sleep-and-dream filled
eyes and the hesitation
of any movement but that slow,
deliberate bear dance where
the bear towers over everything
except its shadow and the pads
of the paws feel that earthen
drumbeat and the heart picks
up that rhythm that makes me
grin that dangerous bear grin
as I close my eyes, sway, shuffle,
the smell of wild blackberries
not too far away as the song I
sing in that low growl
enters the air like a prayer
I don’t care that's ever answered.
-Byron Hoot
hootism: the richness of the mind has a hard time standing in the presence of the imagination divine.
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