land's end

the yellow Earth with rifts, ridges, rims
painted by an evening sun
watered by a scattered rain
orange bison calves beckon to motherly grunts
their long limbs stiff from sleep
it's time to move.
ahead, the people gather predicting the grizzly's path
as her golden-tinged cubs wrestle and roll toward thick blue-green sage, almost camouflaged
and still ahead a gray wolf abandons an elk carcass
goldeneyes display on a quiet lake
whose water is tilled in V-shape
as a young beaver glides to pause at a log most distant from land's end
where for a moment
pausing is
  the only thing to do.