← v17n1, Spring 2018
Poetry · Volume 17, Number 1

Landscape with Deer, Mites, and Aircraft

Because the Lord loved beauty

more even than obedience he made

the mite. Seen under microscope

the mite becomes a pageant queen,

its shell a slick and dazzling array

of pattern and color. Seen this close

everything becomes a body,

the convex lens revealing order

even in the bedbugs, even in despised

yellow jackets and forgotten mayflies.

From a plane once at descent

I saw a herd of deer in snow

gnawing bark. I was hungry like that,

shucking my own skin, like elks

in velvet, rubbing the bloodied skin

from their own horns.