Monday, March 14, 2022


Name the marauding beast
to mark it from its heedless kin.

Name the rock
as a place to meet
at the hunt's end.

Name each other to...
Oh, kinsmen, what have we done?

You, me, I
separate one from the other.

You are Hunter, she is Healer, he is Runner.

Known by my skills.
Known by my past.
Shackled and chained
by others,
by myself.

No longer free to be.
No longer free to flow
with Nature and Time.


Jim Hart

Copyright Jim Hart, 1997, all rights reserved. May not be copied or published digitally or in print without express permission of the author.

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