Coyotes quarrel with the Long Night Moon.
I'm young. My first child is due.
I can't sleep. Scorpions hurry
to hide in every crack. I worry--
wiill I be wiser than my parents?
Back home, my mother wakes--
her daughter's faced
among dogs and rattlesnakes.
She writes me: Scorpions invade my dreams.
Are you in danger?
But I love the coyotes' dirge,
their hollow outline on the ridge,
and how the wild boar stink, wet with rain.
At 3 A.M., my labor pains begin.
Cortney Davis
