Marmot Running

Think like a rock chuck
think like a marmot

Run through summer pasture grass

Eagle above

coyote below

man with a rifle

refuge down a dark hole

cradled in soft, cool soil

of the mother of us all

woven round by roots

of this ancient pine

grown 300 generations

Children, mother

led to the garden

a feast given us

by the woman with planting hands

by the man of rocks and soil

Summer is sudden

Earth is deep shelter

all seasons

We are here and gone

immortality is the continuation of species.