The dawn of the day we arrived, Abel Murrietta saw a big mountain lion sitting behind our gate. This is not an omen but a lion, the border guard athwart our time in the chaos of the wild, the other that draws us to speechlessness, the lion behind the gate turning her head, flowing up the mountainside to sit, gazing at twilight at the @3casita@1, creek bed , our shared thickets. |