Today's poem comes from Being Caribou: Five Months on Foot with a Caribou Herd, written and photographed by Karsten Heuer.
Being Caribou
no roads
no buildings
no human development
only trails carved
into the mountains
by a herd of caribou
amazing migration
across hundreds of miles
strong together
despite blizzards,
bears, and wolves
moving from one valley
to the next
as if gravity
did not exist
throngs of caribou
following the shifting winds
Poem ©Tricia Stohr-Hunt, 2021. All rights reserved.
I hope you'll come back tomorrow and see what new poem I've found. Until then, you may want to read previous poems in this series. I'm also sharing these found poems as images on my Instagram in case you want to see them all in one place.
April 1 - Flotsam
April 2 - A Warm Wind
April 3 - Zentangle Poem
April 4 - Soap Bubbles
April 5 - Following Butterflies
April 6 - Mount St. Helens
April 7 - Beautiful Buildings
April 8 - Muir in California
April 9 - Night on the Reef
April 10 - The Greatest Story Ever Told
April 11 - Archaeologists Look for Clues
April 14 - Walter Rothschild and His Museum
April 15 - Ben Franklin, Inventor
April 16 - One Well
April 17 - Phytoplankton
April 18 - Beneath My Feet
This poem makes me want to dig into books and learn more about caribou. The stanza about migration really made me think about the challenges they face.
ReplyDeleteOh, imagining the trackless wilderness with only caribou trails -- sounds lovely and a little lonely and perfect.
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