Deer Crossing

The world is so far from its cause
That all of its effects
Are in disorder and its laws
Are wild to find suspects.
Our wills are so splayed out from that
Great Will from which they came,
The courtrooms strain from gnat to gnat
Of claim and counterclaim.
Love’s a good insect repellent
Taken deep within,
But we don’t read directions well and
Rub it on the skin.
Two hardly share the same abode,
And so I felt surprise
When, moving down a country road,
My foreign car saw eyes
To eyes with something in the dark
And slowly stopped to yield
To a native white-tailed hierarch
Who’d cross from field to field.
Not all that’s offered in the night
Is kindness as it seems,
And half in interest, half in flight,
He stepped through my low beams,
But in that moment of old grace
Which might have been of loss,
I felt that I’d been set in place
To light his way across.

–August 5, 1992

(“Deer Crossing” was published in the Fall 2004 issue of Ship of Fools, Rio Grande University OH.)

Published on October 3, 2006 at 10:31 pm  Comments (1)  

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  1. I love this beautiful poem. In a way, it almost feels like two poems. The first is cosmic and impersonal with its a sweeping view of these increasingly petty and meaningless times. The second part answers this with a small, private gesture which brings meaning out of the darkness. Just beautiful.

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