Footfalls on bearskin
My home within a home
The soul I knew rejoined
Me suddenly and overwhelmed
By love both familiar and outside
Myself, rapt and wrapped in
The power of my powerlessness.
The masks they wore
The ceremonies
Stories told, the elders
Sitting upward jutting
Faces like mountains - there was
Where the bearskin took me, back to
A life I knew. Even as a boy
I knew another boy was me,
Even then suspecting it was
My own memory.
There and then was the origin
The start of a single chapter
In a much larger tale.
Here and now, a bearskin
On the floor of your bedroom
Calls me to remember
The time our souls ran free
Together, when joy was
The fabric of our days.
But when morning comes and
My first move brings
Foot to pelt, I’ll know the time is
Still ahead when our two
Souls shall once more meet.