Lascaux

Ochre fields on an ancient gray slate

not peopled but spirited

by totem animals.

Now days, we would outline them in blue

but with so few pigments then just red 

All we had

except the desire to catch the animal dreamed-

the great bull running through dreams

its hot wet breath as close as you are to me. 

Holding on to you these years

-holding to your neck through bolt and veer - 

I was meant for  this ten thousand years ago - 

Some spirit bull

the best thing i have ever done,

Not tamed - but held on to.

I know that you will carry me to see that spirit world

that my ancestors will invent.