Nomads

March field snow patched scars deer forage green stubble flirting the ground parsimonious its fast food scarcity Deer raise their heads regard my presence, murky Their eyes clear, deep, almond round shaking something in me solemnizing freedom Nature's rated stature flecked streamlined beauty compact torsos triggered taunt launching A thought that trophy room plundering could cut nimble hoofers complicated narrative the jagged edge of hunting Deer holding my fixed attention that slips from boxed corners making space for reconsidering to forego what's crushing a blend to nomadic tramping competing urges Rippled cues of wishing to know life in rhythmic movement to singe bits of living blurred escape like deer in hurdle leaps to flee, light flickering vanity that craves invisible spaces Poem revised: April 22, 2021