Here

How ordinary you are
In this place, how well-suited
To the scruffiness of this,

The wayside world, accident
Of accidents, everything
Hungry as the grizzly seen

Yesterday under blue skies,
When a moment of bright sun
Flared on the wet spruce, still soaked,

Diamond dark-green fingertips,
Diamonds and little rainbows
Glinting from dark grizzly fur.

Anxious neighbors spread the word
A new bear had been seen here.