On hearing you must live in the moment

you thought the eyes a hunter
on the plains beneath the wild mountains
on a big hunt
taking the skins of every moment

eternity flikers like the flames of fires
that burn on bison chips
native fires with smoke that sends messages
your eyes don't read
messages like these soliloquies
whispered poetic against the startling silence of all the wild world
spread beneath the mountains

and I can feel a pressure in my throat
that I will call my heart
like the long ago world lying frozen
under the pressure of inert glaciers
raising hills and giant woolly beasts

like the slow hand of eternity
populating each moment