For my weekly syllabic poetry challenge, I’m sharing a true experience which happened just the other day. Welcome to the family, coyote. ❤
For the word, perception, I used the word, “approach.” For the word, influence, I used the word, “change.”
Beneath a sapphire sky, our Jeep cruised along the road toward home. The desert shimmered in the heat and ribbons of light danced above the asphalt reflecting a myriad of rainbow tints. The air conditioner blasted away, struggling to erase the heat of the day.
“Look,” said my husband, pointing to the left side of the road. He slowed the vehicle and we gawped, mesmerized by a bit of beige colored fur scurrying across the road.
“A coyote,” I stammered. “I’ve never seen one in their natural setting.”
Upon reaching the other side of the road, the coyote, as if hearing the awe in my voice, paused and looked over his shoulder. Our eyes met, and a feeling of mutual understanding passed between us. My new friend pulled back his lips in a tight grin.
Approach a balance-
between wisdom and pleasure.
You must change your ways!
Coyote spoke with the foresight of a spirit animal. But what about Crow? Certainly, I could have two animal totems, I reasoned. Suddenly, it all began to make sense. Crow had brought me wisdom and now, Coyote had given me the strength to change.
©2019 Colleen M. Chesebro