Photo by Mari H. Hall

Vulpes Vulpes

Canid tracks in the snow. Red Fox. Vulpes vulpes. The most far ranging terrestrial carnivore on the planet. The other trickster canid of lore. The star of Aesop's Fables dances through the snow before my eyes. This one has a mate. I see their trails criss crossing and zig zagging through the woods. I follow them up a knoll to their mating place. I see where one has pounced on a gray squirrel and later where it has feasted, leaving behind a patch of blood in the packed snow, still melting from its body heat. Later, I find feathers and a wing pattern etched beside their trail. These foxes are not hungry. In my mind, I see their eyes with their pupils slit vertically like cats. They are watching me, I know. That is what foxes do. They know these woods far better than I, and they tell me so. The smell of their urine on the rock where all winter I have stopped to pull on my snowshoes says, "I am here. This is my territory!" Solitary, except for this season when they breed and raise young, these two are leading me on a lark. I fall through the ice and am shocked back to the reality of winter cold and survival. They weigh between six and twenty pounds. They are small and slither beneath the laurel that I must push and pull and drag myself through as twigs poke at me and branches seek to hold me back. These are their woods, not mine. I know I must head for home. My pants are wet. My boots filled with icy water, but the foxes lead me on. "Play with me, play with me," the tracks beg as they turn here and come back. burst forward, stop, change direction. This is not the direct registering, energy saving canid, that guidebooks portray. This is the creature of the woods that revels in the magic of scent, in the presence of a vixen, in the promise of a future. For today, for this time in winter when the light is stronger and life is beginning to sow its seeds again, these foxes announce, "We are alive!" And their yips fill the night.

Buffer Zone

I track a red fox
through smiling black faces
posed on the steps
of St. Michael's
a frail white woman
rocks back and forth
hands shaking
voice begging
for spare change
like an animal
startled by winter
I walk on
by a body
wrapped
in newspaper stories
of bombing in Gaza
and Bernard Madoff
paces his Park Avenue
pent house
as I track
the red fox
down onto the three
a Lebanese clerk
on fourteenth street
tells me
that in Beirut
only Hezbollah
wear orange
I say
I wear orange
so I will not
be shot
tracking red fox
in the northern
reaches of Central Park
where a coyote lingers
in wait
and all that is left
of the light
of the day
is the moon.

TEOTWAWKI 12/21/2012

65 million years ago a 6.2 mile diameter asteroid crashed into the Yucatan Peninsula resulting in a 100 million megaton explosion that excavated a 112 mile wide crater that brought the dinosaur world to an end.

December 21, 2012
The End Of The World As We Know It.

55 million years ago, 20 percent of the world's frozen methane reserves melted. Global temperatures rose by 13 degrees. 80 percent of all deep sea creatures became extinct.

December 21, 2012
The End Of The World As We Know It.

75,000 years ago a supervolcano erupted in Toba, Sumatra sending thousands of cubic kilometers of ash into the atmosphere, blocking out sunlight for 2500 miles. Global temperatures plummeted 21 degrees. The human population decreased to several thousand. Three quarters of all plants in the northern hemisphere died.

December 21, 2012
The End Of The World As We Know It.

The Supervolcano beneath Yellowstone National Park is 40,000 years overdue for an eruption.

The Cumbre Vieja Volcano in the Canary Islands is unstable and could collapse into the Atlantic Ocean sending 500 billion tons of rock plunging into the sea creating a splash more than 2100 feet high and 25 feet across and a wave racing across the Atlantic at 450 miles per hour.

December 21, 2012
The End Of The World As We Know It.

The dinosaurs disappeared.

The Mayans disappeared.

The Passenger Pigeon, the Dodo Bird, the Ivory Billed Woodpecker
The American Lion, the Puerto Rican Shrew, the Sea Mink, the Snow Leopard.
Every twenty minutes a species disappears.

Ninety-nine percent of all the species that have existed on Earth are now extinct.

December 21, 2012.

TEOTWAWKI

How many worlds have ended?

How many?

How?

HOME

Intention
determines
focus

Intention determines focus
in a convoluted conversation
conserved in the candle flames
of ice
expanding
in a universe
within a universe
galaxies colliding
with a universe
of stars
until ALL
ends
in the same place
in the dark.

HOME

Solstice Morning

Somewhere people are shopping
caught in the frenzy
of the Sunday
before Christmas.

After a week
with no electricity
reluctant to reenter the
twenty-first century
I hide
from the madness
on Main Street
where possessed people
forget the bounds
of human dignity
to focus
only on
the present.

In the heat of the wood stove
I watch the snow fall
with a cat curled beside me.


Beyond the clouds
I know the sun has risen.

Somewhere people
are shopping.

The snow hides
the ravages of an ice storm
the fire crackles
as the cat sleeps on
I focus
only on
the present.

Somewhere the sun
has risen
people are shopping
and we are all
One.

Happy Solstice!

Contraband

In smoke and snow
I wander a world away
where spring blossoms
and dried fruit
spell contraband
I stand guilty
before a judge
in Santiago de Chile
where thousands
are gathered for execution
in a stadium
I am only a yanqui
a gringa, a contrabandista
an imperialista
in this thread
of a nation
strifed by machine guns
I am left free
to wander the streets
where Victor Jara's clear voice
still rings
Correle, correle
por aqui, por alla
correle, correle
que te van a matar
his mutilated hands
dance before me
caminando, caminando
walking, walking
Monjitas and Merced
San Antonio and MacIver
in the Plaza de Armas
mimes drum the beat
of rogues and pickpockets
as a gold medallion
from Lourdes
takes flight
into an expressway
of diesel fumes
that choke out
the Andes.

El Zonda
whips my paper identity
into the desert
and leaves me illegal
in a country
filled with gendarmes
and a bureaucracy
built upon stamps
Victor Jara still sings
correle, correle,
por aqui, por alla
correle, correle
que te van a matar
run this way
run that way
run run
por aqui, por alla
they are going to kill you
por aqui, por alla
correle, correle
que te van a matar.

I kneel
before a widow
stuffed into a plastic water bottle
I carry a blood red ribbon
as I pay a peso
for a piece of toilet paper
while a dust devil swirls
and a saint rises from nowhere
whispering always,
te amo, te amo
por aqui, por alla
te amo, te amo
so many voices
speak in so many tongues
each one etched
in a layer of stone
the days disappear
into stars
the stars into galaxies
I sail into the unknown
a paper
on a spirit wind
a name
lost to the desert light
singing
always
singing
correle
correle
por aqui
por alla
correle
correle
que te
voy a amar.


( Notes: translation of Victor Jara's words: Run, run, here and there,
run, run, that they are going to kill you.
and te amo-I love you
que te voy a amar-that I am going to love you.
Victor Jara was a Chilean poet, playwright, singer who was arrested and taken to the stadium where his hands were cut off and he was executed after the coup of September 11, 1973.)