A sole quick-crossing deer paused long enough
to meet my eyes in the headlights before
disappearing into the moonless night—
I think I slowed to watch for her after
passing the sign announcing her presence.
You know the signs that make us laugh? I mean—
Who knows when and where, when it comes to it?
So, I always slow down to see what will
cross over, be it blind people or cows.
And like magic, a deer and human were
where we were meant to be, hunters in star
light, fading just before the crescent moon.
No one was hurt. I held my breath, and she
didn’t wait for me to draw the long bow
or run with her across the fields. I wished
To be a mythic protectress goddess,
to be any earth mother anywhere
and not a lone driver upon a road.
I waited, but this was all the bright pool
of light revealed of how we pass and hit
or miss the gifts of our co-existence.
For my prompt
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© 2017 Susan L. Chast