Bighorn

 

Bighorn

Sorry if I startled you, twilight pair.

Pardon my dust raising and leaping,

over powdery sand and jumbled rocks.

Deep in mind hurdles, I did not suspect you.

Bighorn mother and lamb- 

Bounding with care

over a single track trail, 

Gracefully landing onto rubble.

Paralyzing me, palpable stare,

big horns twisted in my direction.

Ewe, one vault away, ninety degrees west, from lamb-

Calculating my bounds, her vaults,

Our clashing.

Molecular highways so entrenched,

Ensuring her lamb prods forward without falter.

Heeding all trespassers,

Cautioning them:

“Scramble, you dare

one boulder from there!”,

“My curvature, your backside, human rainbow in air!”

I admire you Mama,

Your devotion, and adherence to these cliffs.

A niche, who would have thought?

Sharp, loose, burning rocks,

Precipitous foundation.

Crumbling and jagged terrace, ever slipping, from your cloven hooves.

Don’t let the real estate agents in on your secret-

Desert shrubs for munching,

Anchoring and protruding boulders, for rubbing curvature.

A view only known to a few ravens who share an occasional outcrop.

How I crave the time you dwell and dote,

On your lamb -

Focused, fearless, and majestic.

Mothering your earthling being,

Until they vault -

A different direction from you.