Inevitably

on my walk

I whisper,

“I wish to see you…”

Then,

surprisingly

or

rather unsurprisingly,

Deer leap

from hiding

once obscured around me.

Tails up –

white flags to say,

“I’m here!”


Do you, too,

hide

in the shadows –

the thick,

tangled underbrush,

the thickets

of our lives –

where all is a twisted mess? 

Do you wait

to surprise

on the trail?

Bounding

Crashing

With the tale

of exuberant grace and love –

a banner waving –

in the dangerous wood?

© Annabelle P. Markey