Summer Solstice Inventory June 1993: Raven’s Cave, Great Basin National Park, Nevada

1 raven’s cave:
limestone arch?

2 raven’s nests:
1 dilapidating
1 active

5 ravens in flight

1 jack rabbit skull
with a few teeth

misc raven down
misc jay feathers, blue

1 dead raven skeleton:
flesh, feathers almost gone
sternum, vertebrae, femur intact
8 primaries still attached, broken tips

1 rabbit’s foot, furred, attached:
femur, tibula picked clean

misc bird bones, hollow
misc mystery bones
misc snails, dead and alive

misc pack rack middens:
oozing orange guano

misc footprints:
ravens
rats, mice
bobcat
small birds
size nine and a half vibram sole

assorted pinyon shells

misc raven pellets, inches deep
inside
bones
fur
many small seeds:
3 undigested pinyon nuts
4 chunks of gravel
2 vertebra
no skull
few bones

many old cupped swallow nests decomposing
small blue gray downy feathers attached

2 names on the wall:
Sam Cathy
1988
in charcoal

2 female mormon tea plants with tiny yellow blooms
2 male ephedra

1 patch blue algae, small
1 patch green algae, small

sound bounces, thunder booms:
are they bombing Nevada or Utah again?
1 military jet roars through the pass

Baker Creek splashes down canyon

swallows chitter:
young beg for food

nervous chipmunks, cliffs and unitas:
call, then hold still

broadtailed hummingbird
buzzes by
perches  alert on purple penstamen,
then orange-red castilleja

smells rise

acrid guano
rancid deposition

moistnesss of a long wet winter

sweet intense chokecherry

squished fresh pellets:
smell of new mown grass
cowdung

warm breeze brings sage scents

1 human, female
stalks cave
strokes rocks
fondles foliage
eats almond butter and raspberry jam sandwich
black feather stuck in blond ponytail
inquiring eyes hidden behind sunglasses
salt seeps on to tongue
chapped lips coated
binocs wrapped around neck
no top, purple shorts
fresh scratches on bare legs
rock in new boot
camera in hand
notebook, pen in pocket
hurting heart
lonely loins
hunting for healing
hungry for home

I wrote and revised this in 90s when I was doing field work and research for a writing project in Great Basin National Park; I ended up changing directions entirely and instead of a collection of essays on the natural and cultural history of Great Basin National Park, I published a collection of poetry Desert Dances, curated a desert themed art show with the same title, and hosted a poetry reading. This poem (and others published on this blog including “Desert Dances,” “granite lover,” and “spring poem”) was part of that collection.

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