Doe

Watching the Doe
Tip Toe
Like a delicate flower
Beset with God's power
To range and graze
The field in days
The scrub, the margins of the wood
Skirting, and just nibbling at the 
extraterrestrial soul food that lifts her
Beyond the animal, she still is
Yet divinity clings to her
Does not let her go
Does not let her go

Like some lassoo of will
From a cowboy riding a cloud 
She pulls along the sky
Draws the last rays of perfect, egg yoke sunlight
Breaking at sunset
Breaking the silence 
The absolute stillness, yet nothing
So dead quiet as a house
There is always the wind, in the leaves
The insects buzzing 
Or ducks splashing
And the doe treading like on dreams
So gently breaking them

The yet unshattered silence
Is her dream, 
While she is divine creator
Her world we glimpse
But in our observation the glass breaks
The floor creaks as she treads
And our eyes perceive her as an animal
She sees this reflection,
And reflection unveils the Goddess mask
And the world lies broken
But for the memory of her spell