Such a Visitation

About a year ago the April showers thundered and poured, like last night soaked into today. One misty predawn, noises signaled a presence on the back porch. The memory and perhaps slight scent of a recent visitor lingered: a brown bear whose winter vigil had promulgated discovery of the trashcan’s sunflower seed cache. So through the window of the locked back door a wary look crossed the threshold both ways. Each retreated a safe distance but no further.
The inside viewer surmised that the guest was the nearby neighbor’s German Shepherd though he’d never crossed the fenceless border and ventured up close to the house but only into the several acres of woods between. No, it was some other. From thirty feet off the porch deck, the other’s eyes searched the distance between distain and compassion.
As the morning grayed but the drizzle remained, the guest disappeared, then reappeared on the other side of the house, stationed in the soaked grass, situated just where coffee preparation would guarantee inspection.
Mutual adoption takes a long campaign.
The humans of the house had not planned family expansion, but they had also not fortified themselves against the siege of a wily charmer. The animal spirit wanders searching for a welcome home.
Looking back, the timing of that arrival must’ve not been happenstance, but carefully managed to invoke the obligations of a host, as if Odysseus had been shipwrecked again, missioned by the collusion of Athena and Poseidon. Just when and where do the gods land a wandering hero, a nightmare, or horse sense? Who can turn away such a visitation?

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2 comments on “Such a Visitation

  1. blkdrama says:

    I love to coming of this visitation…and your wonderful connection with Odysseus!

    Looking back, the timing of that arrival must’ve not been happenstance, but carefully managed to invoke the obligations of a host, as if Odysseus had been shipwrecked again, missioned by the collusion of Athena and Poseidon. Just when and where do the gods land a wandering hero, a nightmare, or horse sense? Who can turn away such a visitation?

  2. Cristina says:

    I find it hard to quote certain parts of the writing…Everything is so naturally interwoven that breaking it would feel like a sacrilege.
    However…what will echo in my mind is, “The animal spirit wanders searching for a welcome home”.
    Thank you for making us reflect upon the visible…and beyond.

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