Though it isn't often
there are indeed times
when, in the dead
of black night,
a hunter under
the stars falls
to his knees,
drops his rifle at his side
and instead of robbing
the earth of a life
outstretches his trembling hand
to offer something defenseless
a recognition
of its ever present
existence.
It takes only
a moment's glimpse
of the truth
to turn the lumberjack into
the gardener.
