from "LIKE A WOMAN FALLING"
©2004 stephaniepope mythicartistpress
TRACES OF A TRINITY
for David L Miller
when javelinas come passing
wild things come out
come out of the last things
in a last light leaping away
in jackrabbit and foothill
wild pigs come
passing like
shadows hunting
shadow
hunting shadows
of likeness
where the holy
and the unholy
cannot be told apart
cannot be told apart
and must be
torn apart again
wild pigs hunger
in the spirit of times
that soil no certainties
in a season of thin light
wild pigs come seeking
a scarce food
somewhere past
the patios of civilization
wild pigs come
they step outside
the part of me that steps outside
broom in hand
and stepping, I step through
into this woundedness
living just outside my door
and there
I am reunited to another kind
belonging-together, feeding on
my own insides. While just below the
soil line I find I am digging down & in
toward my own rootedness
digging
so that the hurt in me continues
to deepen & die
while just as suddenly as they appear
these hungry ones
leave satisfied
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