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It is a heavy bear who lumbers past your only passageway
Watch closely, for an opening in steps
Just when you think there's space,
the bear makes pace with speed and tears through air like desperate wind
You arrive at the same moment
Now you must look bear in the face and be honest
How often do we find the eyes and see?
See this heavy animal we've hired
I knew a memory, standing there with bear
A map simple, folded, waiting
What once was light had turned to music
I am a Portland, Oregon based writer, filmmaker and choreographer. I believe stories activate the code of empathy, dissolve the grip of isolation, voice our animal truths and hunt our human treasures.