Sun Fox World

 

The sun brought with it the morning over the hill with the treeline on top. The reeds were still and the wind if there had been such during the night, had ceased. A grand stillness, and it was like the sun in the beginning of the documentary called Volcano, - the Canadian one about Malcolm Lowry. That is the power and the brightness in any event. There was, as there could be then, - a fox going home from the night before. This is the thing, you know, - that he or she pauses and looks back before flying on the earth into the bushes. That pause, - that moment, - the hair and the eyes, a certain poise and structure to the body, and it's graceful like a poem or a picture or painting. The fox is gone so fast, - and was the fox a vision or dream? No. It was the morning fox! Just to think, the places where it will go. I know well the labyrinthine paths beyond, and even where those paths lead and sometimes end. Thorns and trees, rocks and boulders, chaga and silence, a little stream, a land that is wavy in that it is hill-filled. I have to imagine the rest from there. I think the fox hops and runs and does so with complete and utter grace and agility- a chaparral along the way or any other feral bush is nothing, - hardly noticed, negotiated and navigated with ease. Wow- the fox is ethereal and corporeal at once- watch it go. Maybe fox goes to a den and above that, as beautiful as the fox, is a messy but somehow musical-seeming group of sticks and moss and pebbles that sit atop the den- and the sun filters through the trees and touches, marries the earth there even. The fox lay down, resting, listening, and being. Eventually the sun will be higher in the sky, as if on a puppet string brought up and up and up higher than anyone ever thought it could go. It's peculiar and humbling to think that that is the same sun that has shone on all foxes,- on all peoples,- on those old relatives human long deceased that stood for a photograph some place, circa the late 1970’s, adorned of hats, dresses, shirtsleeves, and easy genuine smiles all the while. Hmm. And what of it all? It’s really all one thing,- one movement, one moment, one thing,- the fox there,- before, when the sun was half-way up,- bringing the morning, bringing the thoughts, and as aforementioned,- that quick momentary look and stance- under such,- we are under the sun instead of with Malcolm Lowry who is Under the Volcano. Sun sun sun. Sun being borne full and bloomed like the proverbial thousand petal lotus.