moose mask undone

               one breath can begin Anything.
it doesn’t mean anything.   it’s a moose.

that’s not me.   there are stacks of things not me.
someday, maybe, I’ll be each one of them.   we
take turns.

this time, me.

although rumor is, I’m on my way toward
becoming something else.

might be asked, who’s spreading that rumor.
          confess, maybe me.

a moose has four legs to tell the truth.
I only have two.

yes.   I am somewhat unreliable.   unpredictable.
I buy books I cannot read.   too tired, when
they arrive.   no focus.   not that a moose
would care.
          more unquenched good ideas.

I’m able to forget almost anything you say to me.
did you know a gathering of sea otters is
called a raft.   no moose knows that.
that’s why they do.   so they won’t.

won’t drift away.   apart, like me.
I should’a.   see?

no water.   I ain’t that smart.
abundance is a word that applies to them.
not to me.

more words won’t make better.   but not the point.
wrong font, seems to me.   so why.   because She said.
          because, I do.
          here, these words on my tongue.
maybe a moose is smarter than me.
better landscape anyway.
               I think a poem can carry one breath.

               what does this breath begin.
image:   © Delphine Margau,   Delphine Margau Art Photography, France
this image is part of her chapter/series, Under The Woods of Childhood.
kind permission granted for use of this © image.   with our thanks.

yes.   you are seeing double.   same moose as recently.   why?
here’s why.   cause the moose said, I have something different to say.
will you.   will you let me speak.
   I am symbol for you.


4 thoughts on “moose mask undone

  1. Wow. What an interesting companion to the first moose poem, where we exchange the notion of everything being light to everything eventually being everything else. I love the style of this one, conversational, but not. Your writing is very inspiring to me.


    1. Thank you Bridgette. Actual history – loved the photographer, loved the moose (something within grasp I thought), started the poem – but it became moreso just words, not me. Weak response to that image, unsatisfied. THEN second labor was the honesty I wanted from the start. Honor now done to that image.

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  2. am wondering if the moose is your totem animal – “although rumor is, I’m on my way toward
    becoming something else.”

    have you looked up the characteristics of this spirit animal?


    1. In reverse order – yes, no. Me, a fondness in another direction. Part my odd sense of humor, but if interested, read my ancient poem, “incarnation”. My sort of jest on incarnation (and not), Book TWO poems in the menu. Thanks Laura.


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