Bear

Bear.
You seek me
in the dream-time
and in the folds of my imagination.
You look out at me
from the pages of glossy magazines
and the etchings in paper books
that I want to forget.
You emerge from the cave
of watercolors
to walk by my side at the edge of the forest
in the meadow of my namesake
at the edge of everything that we
have forgotten,
but that you have not.
Sweet honey
of life brings you back
to guide us home,
to show us the light of the stars
we no longer see,
to hear the roar of your power
and the curve of your mighty arm
and claw
that echoes
throughout time…
to here.
Remembering…