Friday, June 3, 2011

The Dawn Deer

A solitary silhouette at dawn, ears wide cocked like the gun

I do not carry, we are both poised between past

and future, and so we wait, trapped in the amber light.

For me this is merely a walk, I have simply paused

between one step and the next. But an error on your part

is freighted with consequences and finally you slip away.

Today neither of us is prey, but mute to each other

we know only what has been, not words, not intentions.



Kathiesbirds said...

Guy, this is SPLENDID! For me, it captures the experience and I feel like I am there and witness to this moment.

Guy said...

Hi Kathie

What a wonderful thing to say. That is what I always hope someone will take away from one of my poems.

Thanks Guy