Notice your ears unlike
a raised finger, better to hear
a Mexican blue mockingbird at dawn
and bow to pine needles that crawl
above the feathers.
The wolf happened
when we ran out
of Bordeaux and then
the coyotes bought whiskey.
I twisted with the javelinas and two
ravens, as they do relentless but lovely
turning to the green willows.
From pages 9-10 of The Raw and the Cooked: Adventures of a Roving Gourmand by Jim Harrison (Grove Press, 2001).