Wild Horse / Wild Deer
Deep beneath the night, its lidded vault of stars,
awakened by the wind uncombing the hay: keenly,
your body situates itself within my own. The day arrives
as from an arduous journey. Finches burst from the grape arbor
like they just won a prize.
A man tips his head to one side, noticing
some passing detail, watching nothing happen.
I am the man. Two dreamlike horses stand in love,
neck to shoulder to chin, chin to shoulder
to neck, their secrets commingled, so nearly touching.
What hunger rises in their loins, the swole-necked buck deer
pausing at the pasture’s margin,
the estrus-addled mare, her face blank with need?
For example: to say what is true. The creased fetlock of the roan who stands
indifferently near the fence line. The crisp light
as evening descends. The frame your hands make, scene within a scene.