Sitting Shiva
If you find the bones of a bear, sit down and stay withThe dead desire our company. Touch each one—scapula,tibia, ulna—even the tiniest bones of the hind and forefeet,the curve of every claw. Just out of sight, a thrush will sing.Bird song is a way to speak in secret. Find comfortIn the arbutus that whitens each March on the old logging road.Wait until dark. A full moon will rise from the bear’s skull,showing what she thought of us. Hold the moon-skull in your lap,
