Poem

Judy Alef
Submitted by Mertie McKercher

This poem was written by a dear friend, Judy Alef, who was our neighbor when we lived in Portland, Sadly she now has dementia. She wrote this in 2006 when she stayed at our house with animals while we vacationed. Thus the following:

The deep throated chime sounds its call to prayer. Its low tones move below the arial wave of small birds gliding from fence post to feeder.

Below them the topographic map of this place is filled with trace depressions, paths that betray the silent journeys of deer and turkey. A sentinal appears from the scrub oak below the trace. Perfect stillness the doe capable only of clearly seeing movement to determine my presence. I sit frozen now to the side and behind me they come to forage around the edges of my world. I breathe slowly and we stare at each other till we are one.

My yearning for the coffee cup beside me is satisfied when the herd moves into the shadows and one by one drop down into the tawny grass to rest. My vision is now the doe’s; I no longer see form, only movement of a twitching ear or the slap of a white tail.

Coffee now in hand complete contentment is the order of the day.

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