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Last Hike Before Leaving MontanaLast Hike Before Leaving Montana

By Patricia TraxlerPosted Thursday, March 5, 1998, at 3:30 AM ET


By Patricia Traxler

(posted Wednesday, March 4, 1998)

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Send forth Thy light and Thy truth. Late winter,
last hike before leaving Montana, and it's like
finding a diamond; now I don't want to go.
I sit in the dirt and put my hands in your tracks.
For the first time in a long time I don't doubt. Now
I know I always knew you were here. You are
the beginning of disclosure, the long-felt presence

Suddenly incarnate. Behind me my friend warns, If we
see the bear, get into a fetal position. No problem,
I tell her, I'm always in a fetal position--I was born
in a fetal position. Did you know, she says, the body
of a shaved bear looks exactly like a human man?
I skip a stone, feel a sudden bloat of grief, then laugh.
I ask her, Who would shave a bear? We climb

Further up Rattlesnake Creek, watch winter sun glitter
off dark water. No matter how high we go I look higher.
Sometimes absence can prove presence. That's not exactly
faith, I know. All day, everywhere, I feel you near at hand.
There's so much to understand, and everything to prove. Up
high the air is thin and hard, roars in the ears like love.

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Patricia Traxler's most recent book of poems is Forbidden Words.
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