I’ve written about my elk memory in past blog posts, including here.

The following is a poem I wrote recently about this event:

An elk, so I thought

deep in the woods, at ten

away from my troop — 

what was this huge, silent creature? as I stood

across the highway

still, staring,

unafraid, but awed.

Why was I there?

alone?

away?

Not lost, but

not where I should 

have been.

 

regan lee

oregon, 5/2019