Rabbit

Feet don’t fail me now. No failure is without defeat. All victory means there is no win. 

My father devoted his life to the game—baseball, basketball, and football in his youth. Joy in victory and agony in defeat. I just had time to put my hands to art and music that can be appreciated. 

One night, falling asleep on the Welcome Figure on Frank Albert Road, I had a huge beetle stuck to me that scared me to death, and I shook it and looked in the distance, embarrassed to then notice the peering eyes of a rabbit that came back to see me.

That time, the moon was full, and I’d lost all track of time. I should have gone home, but I had been so alarmed that the sun was going to come up before I met my goal. 

And the rabbit came back. I shrugged off my worry.

Few will know that place of the coyotes and the crows, the raccoons—the peering eyes that might wonder what the human being is doing.

It had its time to know that it is now just a time and place.

Bron-Y-Aur-Stomp, Led Zeppelin

– Qwalsius-Shaun Peterson