Beautiful Noise

Cloud Mountain Meat

(A Christmas riddle for E. K.)

Cumulus mountain on the dome of sky,
My cotton shoulders rain snow.
I am the water of life.

Ranging under clouds,
Deathless as stone,
Boundary and refuge,
I am the land.

Phantom quarry,
I hunt your hunger.
This is my body;
Taste and remember.
–December, 1996

Poetry Writing Dancing Badger