Signs

I
Every winter the buffalo
leave Yellowstone in search of grass
ignoring the signs
that mark the park boundary
and are hunted

Hillbillies and hippies on skis
camp out in the snow
herding them back

II
According to Navajo legend
a hunter slept with a beautiful woman
not knowing she was White Thunder's bride

He ate a sheep with lightning tattooed on his horn

A voice in the storm bid him 'leave your weapons'
he did and the lightning blasted him to shreds

Magic put him together again

III
We follow our rules and laws
Gods we created
or maybe they created us
trapped in our comfort zone
never leaving our thoughts behind

We are tempted by grass in the barren snow
beauty and domesticity

Who will pick up the pieces
and read us the signs?