Vollmer Peak
On the trail to Vollmer Peak, we stopped below a switchback to listen to an owl. Soon, we saw two owls. We called to them, and sure enough one turned itself around, and looked down at us. It sat still, and quiet, and held our gaze for as long as we stopped to look. I´ve heard a tale that this is an example of what the Apache call “good medicine”.
An owl´s eyes
can see mine,
from the black tree.
Alone on the peak, we watched the final moments of the sunset, and felt the dropping temperatures. The glare diminished and the windsongs began to play louder. The day is done.
What is that sound?
Of wind crossing needles
and rustling grass?
DSJ
