Cryptic

I can't even begin to tell you what this might mean. But I think it's good.

The River at Wolf

Jean Valentine

Coming east we left the animals

pelican beaver osprey muskrat and snake   

their hair and skin and feathers

their eyes in the dark: red and green.   

Your finger drawing my mouth.

Blessed are they who remember

that what they now have they once longed for.

A day a year ago last summer

God filled me with himself, like gold, inside,   

deeper inside than marrow.

This close to God this close to you:

walking into the river at Wolf with

the animals. The snake’s

green skin, lit from inside. Our second life.