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.