Deer One


On a knoll

A hind

Watching

Curious

Walking toward us

No fear

Closer and closer and closer

Follows us into the woods

Watching

Closer and closer

Cool gray morning

Quiet

A blue jay chimes the hour

Throaty bell calling the day

Quiet steps

No broken branches

Following

On the soft ground

Soft eyes

Unblinking, wide

Spirit made visible

You watch

You are seen

You let us go

You watch

You follow

Sure and warm


For my beautiful Mom, Sandra Isbell Wiley Carlson, on what would have been her 79th birthday.


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