Black Cats and Mule Deer

Cross the road. The clouds
Drift over the slopes
Packed solid with trees.
The streams hymn their rocks.
All this happened once.

All this has happened.
Carry it with you.
When you open it
Like a lidded eye
Hiding the iris,

The glittering jewel,
The light has shifted,
The memory changed.
The world is feral
And haunts the tamed mind

That makes and contains
The gate to what is
Not. The world is trapped
Like iris glitter
And shifting and past

Knowing what it was.
You were never still.
The streams hymned their rocks.
Sweet bird calls echoed.
Clouds caressed the road.