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
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