a brown girl’s nature poem – Tule
I read the signage about the mountain
lions and vistas at the end of my hike.
Sun and fog hit my face.
I am disturbed by this path, agitated
by its soft wetness, muddy in places.
I want to fall into the wildness.
Last time out, an elk found me ready.
Today I like cows and the way
they shake their piss out in spurts.
How their coloring features their asses,
which must be cool and a little damp
in the Tule fog.