The Mystery of the Hunt

It's the mystery of the hunt that intrigues me,

That drives us like lemmings, but cautiously-

The search for a bright square cloud-the scent of lemon verbena-

Or to learn rules for the game the sea otters

Play in the surf.

It is these small things-and the secret behind them

That fill the heart.

The pattern, the spirit, the fiery demon

That link them together

And pull their freedom into our senses,

The smell of a shrub, a cloud, the action of animals

-The rising, the exuberance, when the mystery is unveiled.

It is these small things

That when brought into vision become an inferno.