She was the one who spotted
a fawn in the thicket.
She felt watched and sought the source.
Her eyes pulled up to the top cap of a cement post
where a cat has perched his torso behind a trees' trunk,
she catches a green flash and but holds it like a butterfly.
She did not smell the smoke since she was not there,
she pointed out the scorched earth,
noting the stain of fire.
The marine layers danced in choral lines
without fear of heights,
her sights set upon cirrus clouds,
she traces her lips over the shape of words
forming patches on her salted skin,
she is alone in wondering
how to move the world
without making a sound.
Painting by Franz Marc, 'Deer in aMonasteryy Garden' (1912) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Painting by Franz Marc, 'Deer in aMonasteryy Garden' (1912) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
