Over Lunch

over lunch

Maybe it’s animalness that will make the world right…
Carol Emshwiller

One woman knows
her horses and wolves,
another her coyotes
and mountain lions.

They discuss their habits,
instincts and shadows
haunting field or butte
in the moonlight,

how they move in a wind
that blends the scent
of tame and wild;

ripened fruit & fresh blood,
hay & fog, wood smoke & the deer —
red dust of earth.
stirred up.

I can’t compete
but remember the crows
in my garden.

How one lingered
on the desert pine,
still and elegant,

his head bent, his beak
curved like the spout
of a dallah

drawing sky and viewer
into his presence, prompting me

to partake
of the moment
and discover a story

that could be overlooked, so
easily interred
in the white noise of routine.


Note — dallah” is a beautiful Arab coffee pot with a sleekly tilted spout.  It is considered a vessel of hospitality and acceptance as well as a ceremonious one.



  1. Wendy,

    This poem is spellbinding. There is a tingle to every line.

    ” overlooked, so
    easily interred
    in the white noise of routine.”

    There is much truth in those closing words. All too often
    we notice things only when they are gone. Your poem
    sees and feels and makes the reader do the same.

    Thank you!



  2. yes–so much to notice in the present moment! my fave phrase of ripened fruit 7 fresh blood that has a sexy wild feel/this poem bears your sensual painterly signature–you are–as ever–a delight to read—kallie


  3. Interesting. Head-turning. Contemplative piece. And that picture? I keep staring at it again & again…spellbound by the colors & imagery.



  4. Dear Sarah, Kallie and Jan

    Thank you all so much for commenting on this poem! I am glad you liked it and deeply appreciate your thoughtfulness and consideration. It means a lot. Animals can teach us so much about natural life and nature’s wisdom. They are worth observing, respecting and listening to. I had lunch with some very interesting women who live on the outskirts of town where there are the wild, open fields, the buttes along with the animals that hunt, haunt and inhabit them. They talked to me about the loyalty and ways of the wolf, coyote, the mountain lion and their own horses. I felt mesmerized and at the same time rather plain in my ability to contribute to the knowledge and gist of the conversation. Yet, I remembered the commonplace crow my garden and how he is not commonplace but rather extraordinary when viewed at random, from different angles. And when I see him perched on the pine, head bent and there for a reason, I take notice. He is a vessel of hospitality and inspiration, beckoning me to pause from my daily routine and look around, taking in what the scene is conveying, what story the morning may be unfolding. So in conclusion, I ,too, had something unique and distinctively beautiful in my territory that I could learn from and speak about.

    Again, thank you all
    much appreciated!


  5. This touched a chord with me Wendy. I love animals. I recently watched a video,of a man who mingles with lions in the wild. He plays with them, rests with his head on their chests, it was fascinating. So enjoyed this.




  6. Dear Maryse

    Thank you so much for sharing your thoughts and impressions on this poem and animals. I agree, they fascinate and can teach us something about nature, life and ourselves — if we are willing to listen and interact.

    Again, thank you!
    take care


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