Article first published online: 11 JUN 2012
© 2012 by the American Anthropological Association
Anthropology and Humanism
Volume 37, Issue 1, page 116, June 2012
How to Cite
SUMMERS, W. (2012), Honorable Mention. Anthropology and Humanism, 37: 116. doi: 10.1111/j.1548-1409.2012.01116.x
- Issue published online: 11 JUN 2012
- Article first published online: 11 JUN 2012
Coyote, Glacier Point Winter
Outside our hut, the coyote rose
wearing winter's other weather,
a dawn lit cumulus moon,
lithe and death proficient.
Our gravity of plenty pulled him
into watchful, halting orbit.
While around him, solving its own equations
of want and fear, revolved a single raven,
his obsidian moon.
The others went outside.
And snug in my suburban skin
of safety, ease and order, I went along,
to stare at wildness close, and perhaps,
for just the faintest scent of danger.
But the coyote knew what a direct gaze meant
and found only the raven
and what was beyond or between us interesting.
We would not feed him, so in time he left.
Trotting close in front of us
and looking straight ahead,
his manner said, “I am no threat,” then
he gave a single sideways glance
that drew me in.
Had I expect the honeyed, “hello-love” look
of my Lab? But there was nothing for me
in these all-business eyes, and without my cue,
I could not play my person.
So for a moment, my ranging, feral mind,
in its mottled coat of me and you,
tame and wild, safety and danger
slept in silence at my feet.