Tuesday, September 14, 2010
Autumn 1 by Dr. P
Where I would be sitting, my truth binds me to the Rough Fescue and Silver Lupine that surrounds me and stone I sit upon. The fescue’s truth speaks of the soil, the plants that share the soil, and the animals that share the truth of Fescue. Fescue remembers the last meadowlark to sing in the park, as do I. Singing to greet the dawn, the sweet melody of Meadowlark once marked the beginning of my day, but some 15 years have passed since the last meadowlark greeted the last dawn in my park. Fescue and Lupine share my loss.
Not far from where I would be sitting I know of a boulder, ancient and polished, much out of place with the prairie. The truth of this boulder intersected the truth of this park some eighteen thousand years past when unimaginable sheets of ice gouged boulder from cliff 600 km to the northwest and inexorably coerced the boulder to the plains which became my park. As the great blanket of ice melted, boulder was left sitting on bare ground, and became part of prairie truth. As prairie truth grew, Bison found boulder. Bison truth speaks of a need to shed long winter fur in spring, and Bison, leaning on boulder, rubbing haunch and shoulder, wore off winter fur. Countless Bison wearing away countless winters polished uncounted boulders to a smoothness and shine made only by the truth of bison shoulder. My Bison stone bears such a shine. Bison truth parted from park truth nearly 150 years before my truth joined park truth, yet the shine persists, attesting to the power of Bison shoulder and back.
remembers Bison, and I would have Bison back. Boulder
This park’s truth changes with each setting of the sun. Some truths are forever lost, like Bison, Pipet, and Meadowlark; like Sharp-tailed Grouse and Alberta Arctic butterfly. Other truths intertwine with park truth, like Nodding thistle, and Mountain bike, and Dog; like European skipper and Forest Skipper butterfly. The park changes. I would tell of the change, wishing that my grandchildren would know of Pipet and Meadowlark as boulder knows Bison.