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    Haiku for Old Friends

    I

    I walk straight to them,                                                     

    posts of cedar at the edge                                 

    of my east meadow.

    II

    Every day I talk

    to them with much reverence.

    They have become friends.

    III

    They are very old,

    one hundred and sixty  years

    holding up sheep fence.

    IV

    I bring to them my

    consciousness and my life force,

    sharing Mystery.

    V

    Immersed in Presence,

    I whisper: “Please, lend me your

    strength and endurance.”

    VI

    My eyes sweep southward,

    adoring the round mountain,

    an old volcano.

    VII

    The stones I place on

    the posts came from her round, too,

    bubbled by magma.

    VIII

    The Ultimate is

    forever our Companion, 

    with us all our days

    IX 

    and nights, moon and stars

    embracing posts, stones, me and

    our humble friendship.

    X

    Words bring them back to

    Life, as if they are dreaming

    while loving the land.

    XI

    Hugging one post is

    the base of a deer antler,

    another old friend

    XII

    who holds within it-

    Self the spirit of its deer,

    cut off like the post

    XIII

    but returned to Life

    by the spirit of friendship

    born out of the Land. 

    Reyes is a rancher, poet, vegetarian, and retired professor of philosophy and indigenous studies at Fort Lewis College in Durango, Colorado. He is a member of On Land's inaugural editorial board.