slaps you down, rolls
you into wild
trajectory

You’re all feet
against the claws, trying
to reach, brace, land, swing 
up, ride upon her broad 
shoulders, apprehending: you are

not the hunter, not the prey, you fare
your way the while, you tumble
spun by her fierce love, the all-encompassing
roar. That is how it is. 

Bear portrait courtesy Robert Balog on pixabay.com