Coyote Waits to Sing

Watching the runners fly fleet-foot like deer,
Gravity keeps her feet tied to the ground.
Sing, sing coyote — that my heart may hear.

She looks for the moon’s sad face like a mirror.
Pads on behind without making a sound.
Ahead, the runners fly fleet-foot like deer.

Measured and tempered, her step brings her near.
She climbs to the crest of the ancient mound.
Sing, sing coyote — and ancestors, hear!

Heart drumbeats pounding, she resonates fear,
Knowing that to these, her soul’s also bound.
Ahead, the runners fly fleet-foot like deer.

Each moment, breathes in, silent far-seer,
Pacing the earth paths ’til answers are found.
Sing, sing coyote — so all creatures hear.

With suddenness, clouds break. All becomes clear.
Her song fills the ether, and chorus rings round.
Beyond as the runners fly fleet-foot like deer,
Sing, sing coyote — that all souls may hear.

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About Emily

I may or may not have: A. Dirt B. Ink C. Paint D. Wool under my fingernails.

2 responses to “Coyote Waits to Sing”

  1. Joe says :

    Nice poem! I really like it. 🙂

  2. Emily says :

    Thanks, Joe!

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