Waiting for the Moose to Leave
by Connie Wieneke

I am waiting for the moose
all three of them today
to take leave of what’s left of summer
willow wands and rosehips
to polish off the by-now dwarf
mugo pine, to bulldoze a path
through cotoneaster, sedum, and the crimped
remains of red twig dogwood, to hurdle
the falling-down fence
with double-jointed oblivious grace
to do unto our neighbors’ gardens
as moose have done unto ours
unhurried season after
unhurried season.

I am waiting
to develop a strategy
that enviable practice of yogic non-
attachment to the idea of a future
perfection in my yard
to let go
of the superlative
borders and flower beds
unblemished by leaf mold
gopher tunneled tulips, aphid-
infested lupine, hay mice taking up
residence amidst sticky geraniums
and moose
pruning whatever and whenever
they want, waiting
to foster a devil
may care attitude toward
any and all
who make my garden
their own
no matter what I think
I can do about it

IMAGE: “Autumn Glimpse” by Marion Rose. Prints available at


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Connie Wieneke has lived in Wyoming for 30 years. Her poetry has appeared in a variety of journals, including Stand Magazine, Cutbank, Petroglyph, and Whiskey Mountain Magazine. Currently, she is working on a collection of poems about family. Who doesn’t? She received an MFA in creative writing from the University of Montana a long time ago.