Visiting the Deer

Going up to visit the long view
at the top of the hill
today I have
travelled the deer-trails:
bending to duck under
where the deer duck under
branches,
leaping where the deer leap
dry ravines, coming at last
into open sky:
gazing down where the deer gaze
down on human hospitalities
with wild shy suspicion—

When I caught my breath
I looked down and saw only
the houses of my
neighbors, the loop of road.
Going back I travelled
as usual down the track of tires
in the dirt.