Walking back to our car
In the shadow of the Knob
Late afternoon Shirley
Just an easy shout ahead
Calls Come here!
Gesturing Hurry!
She is looking at the road
At her feet
Is it a snake?
Or an insect
I wonder
Why the urgency?
I join her looking down
In the sand
Between where the
Rare car passes
And the grass starts
There is a footprint
That looks like a large palm
With fingers pulled in
It's a bear I look up
And scan the field
It looks so human
Like someone
Walking barefoot
So vulnerable
Just like me
Inside my shoe
