221220 bear

bear

i have decided to be a bear

come november turn from the world

go away into the forest

climb high, find a cave and hide.

i wish i had brown fur 

all over me and claws

hard to see among the dead leaves and tree trunks

claws 

and teeth to frighten nosy neighbours.

i wish i was a bear

no one would be surprized that i am grumpy

and want to be left alone

during the cold months.

in spring i could wake up and metamorphose

human once again 

stretch my naked arms to the watery april sun

wake early

wet my feet in the dew

linger late by the lake and watch the sunset

long after dinner

longer in summer.

my, 1996

Note: I did not always love winter! It can be long and grey, in Toronto.