Forever Restless Poem by Smoky Hoss

I survey the entire desert canyon
from my perch
up on the rim's edge,
and curiously
I do not feel
alone.

Once there was a mountain lion
here,
but he's been gone for ages,
his tracks blown away
by a restless wind;
being like that
one simply must move on
to better places,
better things.
But what he left behind,
and how I still know of him,
is a sort of inexplicable and unpredictable delight
that lasts for all time...
whatever, that may mean.

That mountain lion,
this place, this time,
come as close as possible
to whatever forever
may here be.