Hunter’s cap

I was trying to find another world. It was right here all along.

hunter’s cap
a bell-like sound
from the raven’s throat

who’s afraid

of the wolf
mother tree

the mountain cut open
by a new road

you too
have never existed

my dreams these days
have other stars

on the side of the road
ready for winter

You can see farther this time of year because there’s so much less to see.

ridgetop wind
speaking in the voice
of a raven

the trees’ white skeletons
when I close my eyes

the dragon in my rock
will never hatch

sun shriveling
in effigy

shadows open
their wings

showing me where to dig
Dad’s grave