my daughter spots a fawn from our car
we drive closer and take a picture
careful–not too close
stay safe, little fawn
until your mother returns
I have encountered this site many times in my life
walking home from school, usually
a stray piece of bread draws them in
(but sometimes I don’t know why they have piled together
they just do it)
I always have to touch it, making the pile writhe and squirm
seeing the tiny creatures panic in mass
I always have to stare, fascinated
until I finally squish them with the toes of my shoe
and move on.
In my blindness behind my car window
I neglected to see the whole picture
forcing my shutter and eyelids down
in an attempt to freeze what I never witnessed.
the picture is better than the experience:
the experience seemed manufactured and unreal,
a cold seat with a mediocre tour guide–
and the fact that I had a tour guide ruins the whole thing.
so ignore the experience.
the picture works.
elk in snow
I hate the cold
when it twirls around into your
and burrows down into your
and caresses over and under your
making everything feel
(a last year picture)