Angelic Annabelle, who waited two years for college,
for her honest understanding to catch up,
saw a bear
in its nearly quotidian neighborhood forage
and reported the excited story at our porch table meal.
I, with sixty-plus years, wander in the woods,
searching where bears belong,
and don’t see squat.

Isn’t that the way the world works –
those we think the least prepared
face dangerous awakenings,
while we who know too much
cling to hope with less and less result.

One final note –
bears, come find me –
I am here,
I am ready,
I am not dead yet.