Three days from
the meeting place
where bull elk
bugles woman's
arrival.

On the 12th day
of their trek, two
women arrive,
thirsty, their goatskin
botas emptied of
wine, skylighted before
they drop into the 
valley to join what is
clearly the main
migration to the elk rut.

For us, the mystery
of female migration
makes it more
compelling,
crossing borders,
finding an alternative
route, sexing each other
at the base of a basalt
ridge.

Built-in curiosity
and acute sense
of smell, intuition
walking in deep
grooves of an
age-old migration
track, leading the
way for other women
to encounter.

Leather-skinned
nomads, wolves
coming in close
range of fifty feet
of the proud
warriors.

Bull elk bugles,
finding solace in
knowledge that
woman has arrived,
unnamed peaks,
mounds of beautiful
female flesh heaved
up.

On this journey to
face the challenge
of the nature of
woman and to save
a piece of it, to
witness the birth of
woman in her natural
habitat.

How likely are you
to encounter this?


Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist, brainchild of Sage Sweetwater Creative Properties, flagship of Stone Creek Woman