In the Lift

The fog lifts
Just enough
To spot
2 coyotes
On the hillside

They follow
A Path
Well worn
Of blood and vein
As if their footsteps
Alone
Lifted the fog
Clearing the rain
to finally
See
to finally
Be
In a world that speaks
Back to
me

The cottontail ruminates
The Douglas squirrel
Launches from tree to tree
The red-tailed hawk beckons to the lee
And the towhee and chickadee spree

Coyotes trod
on mud and stone

In the lift
I am them
and

They
are
me