I sit on a white porcelain plate
Ten times the size of my body.
It spins slowly through the sky.
As I sit on the edge, I see trails
in the hills, the many lanes the deer
have carved across a white sky.
With my eyes, body, and
soul, I absorb nature’s strength this
Monday morning. I see the great Buck,
cautiously leading his family in the hills.
His tail twirls, his head is low as he nibbles on
some treat he has found. He gives his head
A shake, his antlers move from side to side.
He moves along. His strong stance and majestic antlers
Trail behind. The large spinning plate
Swooshes back, through the trees, brought to rest.