We say our morning
Prayers
The mist is rising
The clouds are parting
Please let us see
The deer's breath of every colour
Like a fetish
We want to run through the shadows
Let the spruce tickle our feet
The juniper berries
Fall into our hair
When we touch them the juice
Will turn our fingers
To indigo
That will be magic
As the day passes
The pollen will make
Our noses twitch
Just like the deer
She says
If the deer is wise
It will stay hidden
I reply
If only our bodies were nimble
Like his
Not withered and tired
Like ours
At least we have a wish
To see the deer's breath of every colour.
