"We only part to meet again."
~ John Gay ~
A bear crossed the road in front of me as I came around a corner and
Down a hill,
And, it being a quiet country road with no one behind me,
I stopped, and rolled down the car window to
Check him out: a big bear with lustrous black fur...
And he stopped too,
And turned his head to check me out.
We sat there together
Looking at each other
In this extended
And then I eased forward in the car, he turned and started moving off into the woods.
And the moment was over.
Driving away, I felt shifted by it,
Gifted by it,
And one with
Our days are a series of magical encounters.