Convergence
Let's workshop this poem about a variety of convergences (physical and emotional) between the human and nonhuman world
Convergence
Perhaps too for the fawn
led by its mother,
a bizarre edginess
to her bearing and scent,
the first time across
a headlight road—
world-dilating it felt
for the boy, joggled awake
predawn, to trudge
through a store for coffee
and icy forest holding
his dad’s shotgun.
