Whenever I touch the cairn
marking the summit
of one of my parents,
touch the top stone,
an animal caution comes over me,
sinew and muscle like the brook’s,
a sudden shivering
Soon they will be constellations,
and I a small tower of stones.
Chase Twichell, "Animal Caution" from Dog Language (Copper Canyon Press, 2005). www.coppercanyonpress.org
Source: Poetry (January 2005).