June 1, 2020

"Poem for the deer"

Only at night, when
I feel a bowl within me overflow

do I ask
something wordless of myself.

I think the answer is a thing I must admit
about who I am:

A truth about myself
or who I want myself to be;

how I want to be seen;
who I want to see me.

It's not something I can yet say.

I don't think I will know this question
until I know its answer,

but without the question I am afraid
I will miss the answer entirely.

When you start in the middle
the beginning is as near as the end;

Do you ever feel as if you are just
reaching in two directions forever?

On second thought, don't answer that.
Just hold me.