IN A FOG
Muffled
in layers of fog,
graceful hooves
carry three deer
across the snow-blanketed hills.
Born of the wind,
ghostlike grace,
the energy and purity
of motion
dissects the stillness
before the rumble of
lumbering vehicles
and screeching brakes
precede a cacophony
of collisions.
The mist floating by
reveals the somber
contradiction
of mangled metal
and torn flesh and fur.
Slipping slowly by,
morbidly drawn
to the disaster –
I struggle to make
sense of seconds
