The World Stopped for the Buffalo – a poem
We climbed to the top and the world stopped
The day the buffalo crossed the Yellowstone River.
We watched in wonder
And our lives made sense,
Knowing the animals didn’t need us.
We stood at the center of the caldera
While everything swirled around us.
We were dizzy from the beauty of it all.
The tree spread its arms to shelter us from the storm
And we ran breathless down the mountain,
Down the road, to the double rainbow in West Texas.
You were the boulder I stood on at the edge of the canyon,
The fire you made with the wet wood,
The trail that led we knew not where,
And the grizzly who came to us from the trees.
You could leave now
And nothing would change.
All the things we’ve said and seen and heard
Could neither be forgotten nor erased.
They are the threads that will keep me safe
No matter what detours we take.
I will knit those strands together and make a life
Of everything we’ve done.