Badger Love

If the hierarchies of nature were determined by
ferocity alone, the badger would be the lord
of the beasts.
— Anthousa Setessa

like most early mornings
I am out
looking for fleabane
owl droppings
the trail that leads me
through moraines and eskers
but it's November 9th
and I believe the world tilted
dark sometime between yesterday
and today
election signs on neighbors' lawns
like nightmare markers
a deep down in my gut feel
comes close to freezing, then blinding
me to the right now
when in some kind of awakening
I walk forward
to love once again
not Hallmark all syrup sweet
but a fierce passion
the kind that's not afraid to protect
these cedars, this creek
our land
badger love ready to fight
for and with all relation 

 
 
Maryann Hurtt

Maryann Hurtt

Maryann Hurtt lives down the road from the Ice Age Trail. Her chapbook, River, was recently published by Aldrich Press.