I walk the river that was a road and see:
a large cat in front of me?
panther or puma?
The water flows where the cars would go,
and I stare, breath held, for a moment there.
but only the wind and the water move.
I walk on.
It is only a log,
a former tree.
how stories repeat, for us all to see.
a snake, a cat – all this and that.
“Look closer,” Life sings to me.
I give thanks for big cats, deep shadows and logs.