sleeping deeply  or so I thought
yet creeping through the cottoned ease
a sharp crack
in the night  a mundane daytime sound becomes a world

enshrouded in attention I remember where I am
atop this mountain  surrounded by the family of aspen  by rocky fans spotting the horizon  by snow coated vistas no camera can capture  by wonder   

and the bear
trying again to open the bin
take his due for living amongst these humans
a rumble of wild grace asserting its primordial claim