Walking Home

Originally written for a poetry class at Alfred University (2007), and later presented as part of GRAMMAS CAMERAS II (2013), an exhibition of photography and writings.

Sunday:

it was morning,

five o’clock and quiet.

The snow captured lamplight, turning

orange.


Inside

the construction

fence surrounding a library,

I spotted seven silhouettes

of deer.


Ice crunched

beneath my boots.

I crept across the snow

to get closer, trying not to 

startle.


Their heads

rose and ears perked.

One after another,

they leaped around the building, and

were lost. 


A doe,

who stayed behind,

froze on the orange snow.

Just as I found my camera, she 

escaped.