a dream. . .?

. . .i trot slowly
the sweat comes,
the animal returns
from long ago former lives,
i become the hunter
i once was
a million years ago,
my nostrils are damp
and my sense of smell is keen,
i am aware of all things around me,
moving objects
are instantly seen,
focused, discarded
or investigated
as i run my territory,

and my ancient past
reaches out to me. . .

1989