"Hide"
"I have been waiting for the black deer all my life,
hidden here in the dark corner of the wood.
I see glimpses of them, breaking cover, swinging away
to erase themselves in the deep trees.
They are implicit there, and will move only if I hold still.
Though in a dream I have, they stand so
near I can feel them breathing.
Then, when I look down, I have disappeared.
Out at the wood's edge, the snorts and coughs
of the feeding herd.
A gust startles a lift of leaves,
and they scatter and bound like the far-off heads
of deer in the distance.
The wind drops, and the trees are antlered."