Jeremy. My new favorite.

The Sand County

The Loon

We are all hunted

and on all fours.


He who stood

and She who lay.





And then the world began.


I have no use for the ancient dream

of father and mother

of one and another.


I have no use for an order

whose crown, whose border

is the stentorian father

on his hind legs

holding his quiver

and mother

watching us move

her children, before their father

mostly a bother.


We are all hunted

and on all fours.


So, might we think

that the inexplicable

funneling whirl

of the loon


that unmasking

of summer

that exposure

to ourselves

of our vole duration lives


would be just what we see

when she is swallowed

by the lake




and we wait

floating here

for her shoulder

for her head

her voice


her flying away

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About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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  1. janehewey says:

    thank you, Susan. this is exquisite.

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