Together We Perceive
The day that looked. With a breath that was held. Torment that lingered, tomorrow ran. Dissatisfaction grow. Bewilderment exhaled, fantasies evaporated.
With a gaze that Lingered. The Look grew long. Could the sight change, could my face become a scowl. Turning peering into the distance. A deer could be seen bounding above the world, will I follow, will I chase. Can I ever reach it with such a slow pace. Can I ever reach the animal. Do I have to resemble a predator to reach the mythical vision. Do I have to become the unimagined, become the myth, Somehow to resist my methodical way. Shall I stop thinking presupposed distinct right way. Is the myth fixed. Is my story unimaginative, can it be unbound. Suddenly the deer turns to me. Will I be the threat. Will I capture this moment. Its hind leg twitches. Both of our existences are being felt. Slowly the deer’s mind becomes unbound by instincts. Somehow it truly wants to believe that I am not the enemy. Yet it will never surely know.
I wait staring. Together we both stay rigid yet cohered. Water is dripping down its back over the mud still somehow coated on. Mist is encroaching. Light shimmers from the coat. Trees are being enveloped by the phantom spirit of fleeing light. Soon the day will be taken by the ever present night. Yet this totem will stay. It will follow me unruffled through fate, through my past. Moving with light steps unhurriedly it comes nearer. Around us the trees form a perimeter. They too are being confined almost softened by the mist. The grass under our presence seems to become an island the mist hasn’t yet touched. I can see the warmth emerging from its body. It is remarkably close now, strikingly so. What will we do? I can never truly understand its nature. It too cannot comprehend my pangs of regret and wild grasps at the future.
What will become of us? Is it natural that we have to be apart? It is so close now that I can make out each individual water droplet beating the ground. Where has this creature been? Will it even know? Am I trying to find my bearings with a creature lost in time?
The darkness of its coat takes on the twilight shade of our contradictions. Will we ever become good-natured companions?
Fundamentally will I have to escape my nurtured ways? Can I only be accepted if I forget my personified past. Why is it so near, is it too, alone? Has it too felt the turmoil of its innate congregation? Is this how we are different, with my objective mind manifesting distinctions to reach understandings, new heights beyond the past. With a tangled sense of self worth, can I breach this divergence? Can this last? Can I forget my role?
Tenderly I take off my fleece. With this apparition still at my side and the sudden anticipation of total darkness. I try to awaken the warmth among us.
Draping my coat on this equally statured shivering wild soul, instantly I create instinctual panic.
It has suddenly disappeared, accompanying my coat, into the chilled harsh night that has obscured my sight.