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Sara Wright’s Little Deer



Sara Wright’s Little Deer


at the edge of the forest

the twigs whisper,

sheets

betray

a vision of grace

emergent

from behind

my chair.

staring

liquid coals

it will be me

to turn…

you nibble

some weed

To my feet

Bold.

We meet

along paths planted with pine trees

or when I cut

cherry or rose

pulling out old thorns.

get up at dawn

outside my window.

know you

the street.

you have to follow me

for a reason.

Among us,

Kinship exists

a mystical bond

not united

overtime –

a silver thread

intertwined between

species in gold –

Your choice

It is not mine.

Too skinny –

almost emaciated

of hungry?

I imagine

deep desire?

our tie

a fragrant flower

bone

Down to the bone.

Did you have dinner yet

in my anemones

gnawed

sweet honeysuckle

even lilies.

Oneself

share flowers

with you

help those

ribs To Retire,

then take

What do you need.

Please!

Friendships

are scarce –

fade off

without reason

on a field

of Dreams

I treasure

This meeting

of soul and body

burnished red leather

you are peaceful

expensive,

listening ears.

We’re present

for everyone

in that place

under the words

I wonder if

you cry

Lost forest

as I do –

or is he dead

fabulous that

was taken

in your house?

In both cases

peace abounds

when we share

field and flow

fruit trees

in this

finished Oasis,

our dear

Home.

Comment:

Interspecies communication is not new. Indigenous peoples have been involved in this process for millennia. It is only recently that Western culture has dismissed this link between animals, plants, and the rest of nature as absurd, irrational, sentimental, etc.

Science is making it clear that humans are just one species on an earth that thrives on communication and cooperation. Nobody says that competition does not exist in nature, but science (at least the new science, not the old patriarchal materialist paradigm) says that, in general, cooperation is the norm.

When we live close to nature like me, perhaps we are in a better position to experience that deep level of communication and relationship with other species because these animals, plants and trees are an intrinsic element of our gardens… However, I am convinced that anyone, from city or country, you can connect with other species in meaningful ways if you choose. Maybe a city person could be in a relationship with a cat or a tomato plant. The important thing is to open up to the possibility that we have something to learn from each species we meet.

This means that we insist on putting the truth that lives in our bodies first and not allowing the patriarchy to destroy what we have always known in our bones. It is no small challenge, especially as we are regularly educated from this inner knowing. Some of us don’t even know we have it.

Right now, I have this red deer living right here in the house on the edge of the woods. My two little dogs wag their tails when they greet her outside the window every morning! She is not afraid of them either.

I still don’t know what this deer is telling me. The older I get, the more patient I become. I no longer immediately turn to natural history or mythology for possible explanations, but instead choose to sit with my unconsciousness allowing the meaning to unfold in due time.

Writing poetry or prose about another species seems to activate my unconscious and mystique in curious ways.

I have come to rely on this method for eventual understanding on a personal and collective level as I participate in the actual ongoing experience.

BIO: Sara Wright is a naturalist, ethologist (a person who studies animals in their natural habitats), (formerly) a Jungian model analyst, and a writer. She regularly publishes her work in various places and currently lives in Maine.

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