The deer last night:

i heard her in the dark forest last night
her hooves were little words caressing earth softly,
gently crushing bark, branches and dry leaves,
the way things get displaced without effort at night,
searching in her type of silence, which only comes across in each cautious step…
with the weightlessness of gliding unseen hooves-
how tenderness walks this earth
must be recalled in our days.
This deer in the dark mulch last night,
taught me that much, with her presence alone.