In the hush before dawn, the forest breathes
a pulse beneath the frost.
I tread where shadows split the mist,
the bow strung tight as my own resolve.
Each breath leaves me in the air
like a question still unanswered.
I have hunted many things:
a deer once,
its eyes twin lanterns of wild fear;
a truth once,
its gleam retreating just beyond the edge of reason;
a love once,
swift-footed, silver-hearted,
vanishing into another life.
The chase is the prayer
the moment before release,
the trembling between wanting and becoming.
To hunt is to measure the distance
between the self and what it needs.
To miss is to understand
that distance is the meaning itself.
The arrow looses.
It sings.
The silence afterward is holy
not in triumph, not in loss,
but in knowing I was close enough to touch it.
I kneel in the stillness,
my shadow bowing beside me.
No blood, no beast,
only the echo of my heartbeat
answering the forest’s.
What I sought was never the deer,
nor the truth, nor the love
but the brief, blazing moment
before it fled.
About the Creator
E. C. Mira
I’m a poet at heart, always chasing the quiet moments and turning them into words. Most of what I write is poetry, but every now and then inspiration pulls me in new directions.
www.poetrybyecmira.com
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Just wonderful. The stillness of that moment is captured here and given its appreciation. I loved being here with you and the philosophising rang true too to me.