During my long journey down
the creek without a paddle,
there was the inevitable
satyr, recognized by the miraculous
lope of his stride, his soaring
step that alternately bound
and divided, kicking up gravel from
beneath my body all moist
and conquered, and surely
all but I witnessed the darkly wavering
light spilled from his eyes as
he gazed into mine, or saw
the wiliness of his easy amazement
or the havoc of my feathers mangled
by a single clutch of his
faux-cherubic hand
He was a tender carnivore, that
faithless, alluring genie of the
briar patch, and didn't see that I was
a child, nor the wings gracing
my shoulders or the sign on my
brow, this bloody cross, chrism,
incantation, vow of damnation, disaster
and salvation!
As for me, I couldn't see then
whether he was weasel or wonder
but he got under my skin, so with whom will
I share that journey's discovery?
Where will I bury the gold I carry inside
me?...that bittersweet ember still
hissing within as strongly as
before leaving me,
he turned away and never
looked back
--Jo VonBargen 2011
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