If someone points and asks, "Are you a wolf?" it will say, "I am a silhouette likeness of a wolf." Someone asks "Are you fir needles, is that cedar bark?" "Yes," it will say, "I am myself. I do not need your mind." 

If someone asks this picture, "Are you a Wolf track?" "Yes," it will say. If someone asks "What is a wolf track?" it will say, "Wolf tracks point to the presence of a wolf, like a dark cloud points to the presence of rain." 

If someone asks this picture, "What do your letters mean?" it will say, "They point to other letters, they point to other words, they exist only in the mind."



When I look at the stag's silhouette, sometimes he is looking away, other times he is looking right at me. He is still. My mind is jittery and fills in what isn't really there.   

The cougar is standing like I am standing. He makes his shadow against the cedar tree. The ground the sand and stone and paw track seem impossible hanging tilted up at me on the wall. Why do I not feel uncomfortable, like they should be falling or that I should be? I can look down and up at the same time. There are letters too, acting as if they were mussel shells washed up in a storm. 

hemlock cones
fir needles
barck birch


When I find an abalone shell, the sea is close by. The abalone shell may be way up in an old growth sitka on a bed of moss; a raven also there. All part of the same unmade whole, the forms they take exist without our hands to shape them. The shell the hemlock cone the cedar bark, intact, are all part of original state materials making it easy to understand where they came from and what they need to exist. When I hold a tube of paint, how do I recognize the place it came from? Was it a mountain a desert a field?      



The likeness of animals appear on our stamps all over the world. We have the goose, the bear, the wolf. What the animal is made of: the ocean the tree the mountain, ships all over the world as log as woodchip as coal.  



How do I know what a wolf is? Someone points to a postcard, a book, a computer screen, a stamp, "This is a wolf." The wolf shimmers in the postcard gloss, glows on the computer screen, it is small and faded on a stamp. Where is the smell of wet earth of a freshly dug den? Where is the cedar cones needed to grow one?