The Peruvian Shepherd
(struck by lightning in Arizona)...A Poem
Why is he here
With his two dogs
Sprawled under the tree
In attitude archaic --
Like Hemingway's leopard
High in the snow
Beyond its clime
On Kilimanjaro --
With skin dark
And cheekbone high,
Indian eye, mouth carved by Charlot?
What appointment
Does he keep,
Flock and poncho
In flagrant disarray;
Bleating fear,
A quick dazed run,
Then come together
In unquiet harmony,
Alone now,
Their good shepherd,
The stranger in their midst,
No longer as before?
Why in Kingman,
Far removed
From homeland highland,
Does his journey end
With faithful dogs
In flash of light
And thunderous roar
That only gods can right?
Why beneath a tree
When lightning streaks
The daring night,
This savvy herdsman
Like shepherds old
Who saw the star...?
Why refuge there
Beneath the leaves
Where canny death awaits
Like spidered web
The witless moment,
The sailor's lone misstep,
Of thousands that were right,
That plummets to the greedy sea?
Why not the daggered rain,
Missiled hail,
The muscled wind,
The eye of raging storm?
...not the wind-whipped,
Widespread bower
Whose ancient arms
Implore the gods to strike.
Copyright by Don Gray
Don Gray Art • Poems