Soul Of The Bull

    In ancient Iran the divine being who sustained
    and nurtured all life was called Soul of the Bull.

You stand at the far end of this meadow
high in the Sangre de Cristo mountains—
shadow of a shadow among the trees.
You lower your head
as your hoof cleaves flinty earth.

Nearby, a startled hare dashes away,
and a plump grouse turns to stone.
In the meadow—bowl of overflowing light—
deer lift their heads, ears pivoting, to stare;
a caravan of wild turkeys halts,
its leader alert, one foot suspended,
head jerking side to side.

As you step into the meadow’s sun,
you are the hush that falls,
you the soaring eagle,
the soul of all of this:
Resplendent!

 

First appeared in Oklahoma Review