SuperNova Afterglow: End Of Days

Poem in Worx...Gentle Doe

A doe emerged from a clearing
straight toward me one morning
where I had stopped by a stream
to splash water on my groggy face.

'I didn't expect you here
beautiful deer,' I thought.
She seemed to take note of me,
never broke stride in her approach.

In the adjacent inlet, she dipped
her head to lick from the spray
of the ample flowage of spring
to commune with a lone man.

What I could say to you now.
How your presence startled
my heart to love a trusting creature,
normally shy and reclusive.

In the still, cool air I watched.
Perhaps, she hadn't caught
my scent. Slowly, I hunkered
down to squat in admiring awe.

Your coat caught a glint,
bedazzled by a glowing horizon,
as my heart swelled with joy
that you chose this place...and me?

Your nimble legs...
A loud shot rang out high
above our heads. Hooves slid
over the watery shoal.

Your tail flashed white,
raised high; though your kin
could not see as you fled
back through the shadowed trail.

I still yearn to know,
for which my devotion depends,
was it dichromatic vision or
did you choose once to coexist...with me?



Being tuned into oneself, each alone sharing moment?

Poem about in moment/want to preserve the feeling