The Strange Animal I Knew

A strange animal by my side
She watched me eat and dine
By the fire close she lie
Never let my sight go out and die.

A spooky look on her funny eyes
A strange animal twice my size
She gobbled her food in a rush
And she ran her distance in a flush.

I made many changes while I was in conversation
My speech was blur I hope it wasn't an invasion
But gradually she gobbled up her herbs and forbs
A Strange animal by my side.

So a time came when winter was done
A time came when the grass was young
We all had moved with the wind above
So strange was the time when she away drove
I watched in strangeness this new
That I had known quite well this day would come.

Man and the Mountain

When one wakes up every morning he finds himself in a place where he would rather not be, along the day, situations he would rather not have seen or even comparisons which he would rather not have made. Every single day again he wakes up thinking the same. But the same things come back in a quick reminding flash to engulf and enliven. In a hope to find what he now declares as longing for a kind of calm from the confusion, he wanders into the forest. He finds a blade of grass to tickle his tongue between his teeth. Further deep, he wanders and wanders, he then fears this scares his thoughts to turn him back. Why bother waste a life which has so much to give and so much to live for? For once though, he decides not to do the usual, to not think rationally, to not use all that he learned but to just follow curiously his child heart. He sees a high top, and then heads towards the hill through what seemed earlier like a beautifully aligned patch from a distance is now but full of thorns and prickles in close contact through the way. At this point he wanders if he should just now be getting back. But no he just decides to go ahead. At the top he reaches. Sigh! Relief! But wait, where is everybody? Not one soul has reached here. He seems to be always alone. He only wished someone was there to share the sight with him. He sees all-pervading wonder, a chance to smell the wind above. The sky, rocketing even higher, but only this time it’s bigger and clearer. Only then he realizes that the top is always a lonely place.