Poetry by Carol Deering
Two black bears/jaunty & buoyant, burst from the pines/sow first/bounding euphoric across the road/a hundred yards from me.
Driving south through the Rockefeller
strip, enduring the strobe-lit
I thought my eyes had painted them
to ease the ache of light:
Two black bears
jaunty & buoyant, burst from the pines,
bounding euphoric across the road
a hundred yards from me. Mine,
the only car around.
She was playing
with her yearling. I slowed to nearly
nothing. The smile that sprung to my face
shone all day.
The sheen of impenetrable beauty,
the spunk to run and snuffle joy
across a feral home. No bluff, no grunt
no notice of me.
I was free to roam!
Carol L. Deering has twice received the Wyoming Arts Council Poetry Fellowship (2016, judge Rebecca Foust; 1999, judge Agha Shahid Ali). Her poetry appears in online and traditional journals, and in the recent anthology Blood, Water, Wind & Stone: An Anthology of Wyoming Writers. https://www.caroldeering.com