The Assisted Living Beaver Lodge
Published Thursday, October 19, 2017
Have you noticed?
You don’t find animals standing around
with IV poles and morphine drips.
Taking a walk you do not stumble
upon a prone woodchuck
surrounded by Bach and family.
Something comes for them
preferably hungry and with good teeth.
Other than road kill
most of the bodies can’t be found
neither are they hidden
in a memory care unit.
In the end a compass won’t save you
from being profoundly lost
or shaken to death.
What do beavers hear when gnawing wood?
Sometimes I wish I had teeth so big
I couldn’t hear myself thinking.
Delight implies being surprised.
So does terror.
the way the needle trembles
Kayaking the Boundary Waters
I felt the silence of beaver lodges
the happiness of knowing life is always going on