March 15, 2014
(I was 69)
Yosemite
Another solitary walk from
Happy Isles
above the back road on the
horse trail through the trees
following the Merced whose
flow is the predominant sound
and the only traffic is the
half-hourly valley shuttle bus
The occasional meeting with
bobcat or coyote
introduces a cautious
trepidation and rapid assessment
of escape routes
acknowledging possible danger
even from minor beast or
minor man
I imagine ventures of Miwok
children playing
among these boulders two
hundred years ago
where now a family of four
deer cross my path
with the presumption of
protection a National Park provides
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